The moon carries memories of your milky skin
And the breeze, the warmth of your breath on my lips.
The sea spray, the tangy taste of your hotness
In the aftermath of our lovemaking.
Yet when I reach for you, you slip through my fingers
Like the rising smoke from the fire that warms me.
Tenuous and mystical,
It carries my dream towards the heavens.
And as my tears trace memories down my cheeks,
My soul cries for you, beneath the darkening clouds
Now, as the dawn slithers
Its red tentacles across the lightening sky,
And I wake with a softening hardness
Pressed against my thigh
I know, I’ve dreamt of you