Dreamscape’s, where love prevails

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