Adumbrations  

The sex tape that I truly want
has only images of you,
catering to my perspective.  
 
I'd record the dreams that you haunt
wherein your fine form I review
and all your acts are prospective.
 
But my midnight mind is odd.
 
Always there are scenes in the wings
that seem to be non-sequitur,
like quaint lands for my soul to trod  
among most unusual things.  
 
Hoping you'll be a love permitter  
I follow your glowing motions
through morel and moonwort forests  
on strange Morphean excursions
with some lusty flowing potions
praised by elfin florists.
 
Yet all dreamscapes are diversions.  
 
You are always at center stage
with my attention your captive.
 
That is how my dreams of you end;
with me entranced by you as the mage,
and visions of you that I'd relive  
upon awakenings that...portend.