Last night I dreamed of making love to you
I awoke and could still feel your smooth back
And soft brown hair between my fingertips

During the day your soft smile from the couch
The way your smooth hair falls framing your eyes
Makes me desire to press my lips to yours

This vision as much a dream as at night
Slips away among the constant tumult
Of the separate lives we lead alone

So I write yet another poem for you
A soft lament for possibilities
That hover on the verge of my waking

Thoughts of you interlace my days and nights
Softly like spider’s silk upon the wind

(May 2011)