A Wish

Past wishes......

have been,
this I freely will admit,
a trifle greedy,
some would say
preposterous,
given
the circumstances
and the times,
indeed.


Today........

I've mellowed,
like a softly ripened cheese,
Limburg perhaps,
or better yet,
a Camembert
or Brie,
to be consumed,
as if it were a union
of two souls,
awaiting bliss,
when guests depart
and drapes are quickly drawn,
the chocolates left
on linen bleached
in Tuscany,
they call it consummate,
needless to say,
where pillows roll
through passion's careless needs
off beds
as of no use,
and there they are,
the gander
and his fresh-baked goose,
the very image tears on strings
deep in that sacred place.


And now....

I ache,
as all my dreams are filled,
up to the rim of rims,
with you,
in various disguises,
wearing just a smile,
and, as you move,
I see your laterality,
by which I mean the kick,
when sacral nerves are told
to sway,
in rhythmic harmony,
there is no room for things,
those strange and so incongruous acts,
where wings will lift
and monsters may pursue,
oh no,
all I will ever see is you.


So now.....

I've hatched a novel plan,
I'll walk right up to you,
within a dream,
mind you,
sleep slows us down,
and,
with gigantic might
I shall pronounce the words,
hard as it likely has to be,
inviting you,
to leave the world of dreams,
shared
and designed to please the soul,
please come,
I shall be waiting at the door,
daylight will stream
like glacial breezes from the North,
caressing painted toes,
and you would reach for me,
hands pointed timidly
to take the little rose I picked,
and then we'd walk,
hands held,
hips bumpety-bump...

I'd wait.....

for you to talk,
and for the words
that could create new dreams,
in thousands of new nights,
and,
now and then,
I'd reach,
and there would be,
in infinite propensity,
the treasure that is you.
There,
on the pillow,
ah, so true.

 

allenpaulson
Excellent write.

Fay Slimm
Will bring tears to the eyes of any reader this poignant affirmation of sincere love - - a heartwringer of a verse Wombat.