mindful dreams

found what i am looking for...?
as i woke from my sleep,
the vision of you,
this is what my dreams did seek.
the beauty of nakedness,
and as always the curves,
the widening of the hand,
the stroke of the fingers...
this once again,
my dream begins.
mentally,
how do i send.
the twisting of words on this page,
line by line,
like the pen,
strokes of the brush,
the paint oozes from the bristles,
around the nipples i would design
the flower of the rudbeckia,
bright yellowish with a stalk of green,
dripping to refresh,
across your belly,
the pigment i would let it flow,
rich colours and the softness of pastels,
come, trace with your eyes,
watch my hand and its brush,
with the late night of silence...
a sweet hush, as the stars are listening to us.
a masterpiece dons the brush,
has woven its pigment,
staining the curved canvas that you possess,
alabaster white, now covered and caressed.
have i found, what i seek,
for the picture from out of a dream
seems to have captured me, with this sweet peek.