Where do Dreams Go
He dreams
yes he dreams
of sage and of leather
Of her image
reflected in mirrors
and in the fire of cabochons
He dreams
yes he dreams
of floating and flying with her
Somewhere lost
without wanting, or wishing
to be found, until they are dust
He dreams
yes he dreams
of the things they might do together
In the snatches
of time made in moments
they allow to quietly break through
He dreams
yes he dreams
of bergamot, sage and of leather
While tenderly stroking
a breast with a feather and milking
the juice of yet another new day with her
He dreams
yes he dreams,
but where do those dreams go
Maybe lost in the ether,
mid vastness of quilt perhaps, or
buried neath mountainous pillows of snow ..
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Neville (
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Sensually potent this verse on what memory dreams before it melts into ether - - you nailed the longing real well here Nev..................x
............................. Bless you Fay.. I really can't thank you enough my friend ... x
or maybe, just maybe if hindsight were to arrive early - for once, he would realise: those dreams are being realised, in each breath of flicked feather and her sultry shudder of pleasure, at his every whisper of surrender...
sorry my friend your words jolted my keyboard into life and I found myself scribbling away - yet again, I have lost count at the amount of times your writes have inspired instantaneous flow of unfiltered rhymes from me... what a gift you wield!
brilliant pacing in your wonderfully immersive lines this write
that is hellishly kind of you my friend and an even bigger honour you have bestowed upon me and my pen ... we are both grateful.........
Yes, I should get out more, I really should, cos it's all dreams to me too! Leather? Swoon! lol.
Yes, leather.. dont ya just love the smell of it.... it has to be up there with patchouli, sage, orange blossom, Play-Doh, King Edward cigars, fresh mown grass and bread from the oven ...... Maybe you do need to get out more ..... Cheers Orchidee
... Neville
Urgh, not the cigars. They make me feel ill. All else - yes!
Everything seems to real and here and suddenly it's gone...... I loved
Somewhere lost
without wanting, or wishing
to be found, until they are dust
................................................. am in need of thanking you kindly and true dear Lorna
Neville
Fantastic journey
Much appreciated my friend!
................................. Thank you Dan
... Neville
Those dreams will always be there and even if they are buried in the snow, snow melts and those dreams will rise once more.
Andy
Your visits invariably bring a smile to my face Andy my friend, how I wish there was a whole flock of ya ...
... Neville
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