In passing dream
You stood aglow
Bathed in mist and fire
The mist my breath
Upon your skin
Our passions fed the pyre
I slowly moved
Across your flesh
You breathed in my desire
A symphony
Of sweet suspense
A want that would not tire
We rose above
Both heaven 'n earth
Loves wings to lift us higher
Then swirling down
We fated went
Enraptured and expired
This is my attempt to put to words the images and feelings tied to a dream and a relationship. Desire, passion, love, dreams, all are enigmatic and often troubling. None are easily recaptured or explained...
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