Poem, "Left a Dream"

Left a Dream

First a nod, then a turn

Part from me now?  While we yearn?

I do avow: we will learn…

You are perhaps not wrong when you say

Speaking on dreams of us, in brighter days

Perhaps those are flights left to float away

But there’ll come a night, of subtle ways,

The light of a vision, or the dark of none?

Is it so unlikely, our two could be one?

All that we want, all that we need

All that we are, all that we please

Should this all be left a dream?

Listening to the giggle

Of warm waterway trickle,

And I slide my fingers over

The ripples of the rolling water

I dip my mouth to taste the flow

And hear a sigh as you let go

Elation flashes on warm flesh wet with liquid

My eyes resting on peaks of a beauty, sweet and timid

Holding up myself tight of grip, both hard and rigid

Deeply felt and Heaven calling,

Too quickly spent, though enthralling

Hot and happy, but not calming

More time solicited via palming

Time and time again,

Until no more could I extend

Finishing with a gasp

Oh Heaven, why can I not fix a clasp

To hold this woman, with a lasting grasp?

Why a nod, and then a turn?

Why part when we both burn?

Why?  Please.  Cannot we learn?

Our time does bring smile’s gleam

Should all this be left, just as a dream?

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