I dreamt of you, again
Of you, I dreamt.
My spine aligned with yours
And your touch was heaven
Sent.
Your arms cradled me,
Like the limbs of a redwood
That caught dawn, aching.
Ay,but you let me wander,
And wander I did,
Wearing cunning peril
On my skin, and the stains
That bear my heart's sins.
And dream of you, again
I wish to dream of you,
If only to catch myself
Imbibed by the hue
In you moon-wrought eyes.
