I was not dreaming!
It was the Sun in the eve
and twilight I saw. I ran
my cheek along his length...
flesh and tongue we did speak
without words as hindrance.
And as soon as he was leaving
as soon as he had left, the warmth
fleeting, suddenly I had touched
not near enough and was in want –
always I lay in want regardless
of the taking, for I do take, regardless
of the giving for I do give. Suddenly
tongues at rest I watched wide-eyed
at loss, in need, so many thoughts left,
as dawn turned my sighs; It may be days
before the sun comes again.
