Dreaming of You

 
On a good note

I drift into slumber.

Basking 'neath the warmth of novas. . .

Through heavenly clouds I did lumber,

Only to be awakened

in unexplainable seats.

On a note:

I sift through my bed

in search of the cool spots.

The night this winter

is sizzling ~

& the sensual telepathic touch

of your aura

makes sleep difficult.