to rest my cheek against thigh
fingers hair entwined
waiting for the glow of stars
to shine and fill me of you
Tag: the dreaming
passage
Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com in that slipshadow
Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash in that slipshadow
your hand on my hip is
my hand on your hip
cutting the twilight
of midnight under
a lazy summer moon
hanging low enough
to grasp if but
for only slender hours
before is slips behind
an ashen veil of dreamstill do not
Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash long that road & more
i still do not know
where it will lead
i have my doubts that
the path heads north
i still do not know
our hands become expressions
reflections of our thoughts
feathering fans before eyes
fingers return to masks
long that road & more
i still do not know
what we will find in end
i still do not knowdreaming house
Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash what ghosts this dreaming house
sleepwalking our sleep?
trysting our sweat-damp sheets?
giving hallow our hearth in creep?
pale her flesh, her hair raven flow
barefoot slipping through
eyes open to ever unawake
passing of room to room
gazing out to lune and hedge
through windows stained of dust
would we to kiss her lips
in that dreaming house of rusttryst
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash barefoot of skin
etched spidered line thin
phantasm and trysting
she slips through at
the old wytchingtree
waiting on the moon
