Alter of dreams

 

And then in come the dreams.

Walking like they own the place,

gowns flowing like rippling

moonbeams embracing

the dense atmosphere,

and I'm on my knees.

A devout worshipper

at their alter. Prayer book in hand,

calling for the moon and stars

to wash my skin clean of

the dirt of the land.

 

I welcome them 

to pour over

my skin, 

liquid warmth, 

in a place

where the air is 

biting and thin.

I embrace, the chase,

the flirtatious embrace

of images dancing

a striptease.

My visions seeing pieces

unpeeled, then disrobing,

dropping clothing,

beckoning me to give in,

to follow deeper 

into temptation.

Devour the fruit

of nights lusty contemplation.

 

I am awestruck, by the swirl

of a dream brook, as my mind

opens another page

of my imagination book.

As their all-seeing eye

takes in the view in a single look

and pulls me close,

To breathe life into lungs

that only want to doze.

Softly placing lips upon my own.

That sweet soft syrupy kiss of

the night, and she spoke,

saying sleep tight.

We will keep you warm,

safe and sound tonight.

 

 

 

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