The Other Reality
Come to me
In the darkness
Out of the past
On bare feet
Hesitating
Empty handed.
Slip boldly through the window
Left carelessly open
Into waiting arms
That close around a pillow.
Time has no power here.
You are slender, sensual,
Making reality out of dreams
and dreams out of reality.
Take all that I am;
all that I'd hoped to be.
Chase away the shreiking solitude
That haunts my days,
Consumes my dreams
And streaks my hair with gray.
Make love to me
in dusty chambers
Long ago prepared for you;
abandonned and forgotten...
When I awaken
And find myself
Alone again,
I will savour the warmth of
Your wet kisses
And bare shoulders
In the darkness
Ot that other reality.
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