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Poetry of sorts - 11/4/2004 1:16:08 PM

mtsilence

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I dream about you, hearing your voice in my sleeping ears. I imagine you picturing you through all the phases I have seen. From bad boy waltzing through my front door to the man you have become strong capable assured.

I see the wit and whimsy that encompasses your humor and your mind. I see the steadfastness and sensitive nature that reflects your soul. I see the serious thoughtfulness and the slightly raw bend of your thoughts that reflects your continued evolution of self.

I hear your voice whisper in passion and weep in sorrow. I hear you Laugh for the joy of the world and when you know others are listening I hear you laugh to confound.

I hear you hum to yourself tunes that bring you joy and pleasure I hear you sing with your heart tunes that move you to tears.

I dream about you, smelling the scent of your skin. Warm from working salty and sensual. Chilled from winter’s kiss, with hints of herbs and spices. Hot with passion, urging me to join you. Cooling after passion flames.

I dream about you, feeling the texture of your skin and hair. Silken and soft. Rough and worn. I run my hands across your body and feel all the changes that have come through the years. The smooth skin of youth giving way to the advent of adulthood’s sharp edge. The bloom of hair upon once naked skin. The chisel of natures hand as time marks you with your cares and concerns The fine lines that show up in your smile, that were not there but have grown through the years. The wave and curl of your hair, the thickening of your beard. The feel of your skin hot with desire. The feel of your skin fevered when ill. The feel of your skin cool from winter’s touch. The feel of your skin curled next to me after passions fade.

I dream about you, and taste again the essence of you. The taste of your lips, soft and smooth and sensual
The taste of you skin, as I trail kisses across your body. The taste of your tears as I drink in your sorrow, making it part of me. The taste of your sweat as I lick it off your hard body after you have been working. The taste of your essence like a drug fills me with longing and need.

I dream you with all my senses. Embracing you in your total nature, wrapping you in my spirit even as I am enfolded in yours.

Every dream is fulfilled with but a waking breath. For in the waking all my dreams are realized simply by looking into your eyes.

By Silence (2004)