Dreaming, such a unique gift in our lives
A mercy to counter yearning’s gangrene,
A memory
You’re wearing that crisp, Hanbok
A wrap-around, perfect fit
Hugging you, like I wish I could
Relaxing in your flat, back
When Spring
Visited us in a shared smile, or
Those lingering, knowing looks
Every time
I found a reason, to come near
I would undo your dress’s, knot
You’d be cross, curse and glare
Hold back your playful, smile
As best you could
That same smile, adorned you
In our
Dreamscape make believe,
You were reading to me
Trying, to make me believe
We were on your bed
You’re seating, just out of reach
While I looked up, puppy eyes
Far too soon, scene jumped
That prerogative of all, dreams
New scene
You’re trying to get comfortable
Beside me, and I’m
Offering an arm pillow to cushion
Your weighty, worries
Relaxing mailable, my arm muscles
Hoping it won’t fall asleep on me
In minutes
I shuffle back, allow distance
So that I’m not crowding you
Being hot blooded
I know getting too close to me
Gets uncomfortable, for most
You react decisively, instinctively
Pulling near, maximising proximity
We’re so close, our clothes dissipate
Literally
Next dreamscape - scene jump, has us
Skin-to-skin, bravely baring everything
Our heightened nerves, insures
We’re breathing in-sync
You reach back for my other hand
Our fingers dance, my fingertips
Caressing your palms, your nails
Digging deep
Brushing your hair, I kiss my way
From your shoulders to your neck
As my hand roams, serenading
Vibing, with your body
Sensual electricity, intoxicating
Entrancing us simultaneously
As my lips, near your ears
I whisper
‘You’re beautiful, my sweet’
In response, you grab my thighs
Unleash a moan, to that peeking
Moon
All three of us, knowing
My impassioned, confession
Refers to everything, about you
Except
Your modelesque aesthetics,
That depthless warmth, you call a hearth
That empathetic intellect, you call a mind
That gaze of wisdom, you call intuition
That patience, to offer a lost fool
Chance at experiencing
That miracle of breath
A love reciprocated, sincere
Gifting your lover, a sense of
Self-worth, only recognisable
By those who’ve had someone
Entrust in them, wholeheartedly
Irrespective of whatever future
May await,
Too, soon
As in all sweet, dreams
I, awake
reaching…
© L. B. Mek
March 2023
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Author:
L. B. Mek (
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- Published: March 13th, 2023 02:45
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Comments2
Is not life itself but a dream? How to tell the difference? Scene by scene we pass through it. Your first stanza says it all
"Dreaming, such a unique gift in our lives
A mercy, to counter yearning's gangrene"
I love those lines.
As the poem proceeds through seduction and romance so do our dreams. Lovely
(What's a dream but a conversation
between our heart and mind
trying to work out, what we really want..)
glad you enjoyed this unpolished offering, dear Poet
really appreciate your generous support
The blending of reality and dreaming in this wonderful poem beautifully depicts the perfection of love through all its stages, as we remember it. A feast for the heart, this one dear poet.
Yes I agree dear Poet
'a heart's feast of remembrance'
has a lovely ring to it, thank you!
glad you enjoyed the ride, lol
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