Today can't promise what my dreams delivered.
There we were under the naked sun
telling stories, running from fiddlers
chasing an endless glinting sapphire.
The foam of the waves tickling over my favorite sandles.
I was of course, more muscled, and twice as handsome
that male modeling career was working out for me
as was the crime fighting.
I guess my mind decided to dream big.
There you were, at just the right height for a chin rest,
just right for fascination
hip to hip, and smiling.
Perfect time for a recline against the rocky shores
worn smooth by a lifetime of coastal barrages.
You make the sea breathe.
It whispers for me to put my hands around you
and kiss until you succumb to my clumsy advances and warm fingertips.
Your gasps do little to discourage me.
The way you writhe as I play you like a sitar isn't a deterrent.
I nuzzle in for a quick bite
to distract you from where my hand is sneaking next.
And just as I was taking control of losing control
as I smelled perfumed sweat against seaspray
as I rounded my hands around the best part of paradise
I awoke against that same green wall,
with that same striped dog snoring heavilly
in that same time, in that same place
an infinity away from your touch.
That same sigh.
That same smile.
That same fervent desperation that I can pick up where I left of
as I pull the covers over my head
and hope to dream again.
