Sleep's Seductive Lure

I dream of you
in black and white,
I dream of you
in color.
Across dark
landscapes of sleep,
against dawn’s encroaching hours:

naked, pressed against
slumbering body;
thighs gently
nudging tired form into action.

quiet; tracing curve of neck,
silent save for lust
burning
behind beautiful eyes.

aroused, a rush of adrenaline
pushing mind to want
every inch of all that is me.

beneath stars
crystalline portraits of perfection
clamoring for attention
against early April sky.  

I dream of you,
in language foreign,
je rêve, je rêve…
but words do not form the same
on a somnambulist’s tongue.

Perhaps, I must wake,
and I will,
if only to feel your mouth
upon mine
or to see sunlight
dance across bodies, united.