Archive-name: Poetry/ihavedrm.txt
Archive-author: Mary Prior
Archive-title: I Have Dreamed...


	copyright 1981

I have dreamed;
and from my dream waking,
find you 
poised above my heart.

As my mind unfolds, I'm aware
of your scent, rousing me
as mist or shadow, seeping into
the depths of my pores
and awakening my need for you.

I cannot read your eyes,
but your body speaks to me
without motion -- 
inviting me, welcoming me.

I'm afraid to move for fear
you'll disappear
and leave me
aching for your touch.

You will gaze at my nakedness,
my defenselessness,
without movement
save for your eyes.

I touch your cheek, caressing gently,
wondering that you are here
where none was at dusk.

You have come for me
and will come again
before you vanish
with the morning.

In my mind I plead with you --
my elf, my faun, my god.
You have roused me beyond sleep,
beyond dreams,
and have me suspended
in anticipation.

Bless me with your mouth,
your hands, your staff.
Take my worship as you will.
Let me praise you with my mouth
and glory in this joy.

Kiss me sweetly
and draw my soul into yours.
My nipples rise in greeting
and my nether mouth trembles,
waiting to kiss your one warm eye
and open wide in welcome.

Possess me!
Dive deep within me
then flee -- and return as the tide
washing all before you.
Flood my depths and pierce my soul --
and I will meet you.

So deeply do you touch me.
I die many little deaths 
of excruciating sweetness ...

... and dream again.

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