woman of my dreams

that warm bone running
through her thigh. naked.
where can i? find it, joined
to my entwining,
marrow and sinewed
to this desire.
her fruit. yet
to taste me.
i branch out
into her sun
lit skin, swim
those watery wonders
under her moon
shine. cup her wined
lips twisted in vined
kisses. i want
her hot flesh, her
oceanic mouth over
mine.

where can i? find her!
that warm bone, naked
in her thigh. those eyes
delightful, those hands
like wings flighting me
into her clouds. dreamy.
her tears to rain
over me. does she
call to me? would she
know me if i come?
where can i? find her,
with her warm bone
through her thigh, running.

i want only to lie down
with the persistent
figure of the woman
of my dreams, the one
of whom i have dreamt
for so long. for so long
she is merely
a dream.