Dream Lover

June 5, 2014

I fell in love with a dream

He was tall and chiseled, chest hard as stone

Though it contained a heart so tinder and warm

His face was unique, strong and defined

But embellished with a writer’s old knowing eyes

His hands were calloused and rough but gentle when he touched

Our nights were filled with warm conversations

Of God and love, of simple trust

And when the world became too much

When life’s winds were cold and rushed

We’d dance

With lights dimmed and my hand in his

We’d dance in our socks in the living room floor

Then was when I couldn’t love him more

When he would pick me up and we’d dance through our bedroom door

We’d dance on our bed, where our love would pour

Wrapped in sheets, we’d dance all night

But my gentleman would flee the morning light

I’d awake alone, he was no where in sight

My gentle lover, I’ll meet you again in my sleep

Oh how I wish you were mine to keep

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