CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT MY FINEST
I made love to a stranger in my dream
He touched me like the lover
who speaks in the morning.
He intensified my emotions
like the one who watches me
shower at night.
The movements we shared held passion
in a lamp that juxtaposed the distance between...
between the one whom I adore in the physical.
We bonded with bodies and blurred faces.
We as suppose to I, united the moment
as if it was a norm.
A dream draped and drizzled in reality.
It mocked the remnants of infidelity.
I awoke besides my lover in the physical
with breaths that caught the secret.
Breaths that intoxicated time that
made him feel this moment.
He touched my body with purpose and regret.
He caressed the spots as he apologized with his lips.
Time became more intoxicated and so did the love.
The one in the physical touched me
like the man in my dream.
For that moment, I had grown to believe...
Breaths and beats were fast and intrigued.
I grew even more to believe...
For this man in the physical who I adore
to have touched me in this way...
He too must of made love to a stranger
in his dream.
Creative expression at MY finest.