Dreaming



I felt your lips on mine
A gentle brush so fine
And so, restless in my sleep
I sought to savour and to keep.

I felt your fingers touch my face
As if the contours you would trace
As so in somnambulistic trance
My body swayed as if to dance.

I felt your breath - a freshened breeze
Like fingertips that gently tease
And stretching out I sought to find
A gentle love held in my mind.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-05-02 at 11:50

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Achernar
Short, very sweet, and a very potent poem here. Just lovely, romantical and nostalgic. Loved it...
2009-08-12



Gorgeous write of a dreamy sweet night.

Thank you for making me smile and remember...

Tai x
2009-05-02



Awww. . . that's as sweet as it gets.
2009-05-02



I hardly ever remember my dreams, but just the other day it occurred to me that in the ones I do recall, I'm always in some kind of trouble. I wonder if one can manipulate how dreams pan out.

You poem is whimsical, moving, and as always expertly crafted.
2009-05-02