In this dream,
light my cigarette from the glowing
tip of your own.
I propose we fly away.
We sip red wine and slip
into a bluer state where
along a dark corridor with high
windows we sway within
our satin dream.
Your dark eyes whip my mind
into arousal and your elegant hand
caressing the length of my thigh
turns me soft inside.
Your breath is a sigh at my ear that
whispers my hair and crimson lips
so near devours your resistance.
Against waves of longing and desire
dreams are what it could be like.
Far below among the blackthorn
hares chase foxes
and Roebucks hunt hunters.
To shield me from the terror you
press my face against your chest.
We are breathing molecules into
the light and a slight glimmer of red
rises in the east.
It would be easy now to fly.