DREAMSCAPE
My collar lies warm around my neck
and my just shaved face
tingles from the after shave.
I feel human and alive
and am
no man's slave.
I'm adrift on my sound track
around the world
out past Mars
and all the way back.
My muse showers kisses
onto the page
and I'm free to love
like a bird freed from its cage.
I pause and crack
ancient knuckles
but my nineteen year old mind
doesn't care
for the crackle and pop
and directs my hands to the keyboard
to get it to stop.
I pause again and rub the hands
to warm them with her love
that fits us like a body
that fits us
like a glove.
Her fingers cool against my face
and back again to the keys
they seem to know the place
in the perfect dream
it's as if they could see
the words flashing on the screen.
Its what is now
not what has been.
The sound track speaks
sweet poetry in our ears
and my shoulders relax in
this surrender to pleasure.
Like a lover scratches your itch
in moments far beyond any treasure.
Her thigh against my face
I can hear her heart race
and her wetness
summons me to combat
to attack
until my defeat
and soft cries in the night
then black velvet sleep.
Her scent is forever in my nose
it is remembered
as is the smell of the rose
and that sweet hot scent
of squandered sex
does not relent.
This is the promise of dreams
the truly great escape.
My muse and I flying,
locked together
in that eternal
sensuous embrace
of the perfect
dreamscape.