Dreamed Of

You the dreamed of
wanting
that turn of eye
and glance of face
capturing my lips
in burning
whose hands
palms and fingers
speak the
million voyages of
my body and being.

You the dreamed of
dancing your slake
of longing and
possibility in the
sway and tumble
of the rub
that the billows
of time can speak
my name
and draw the breath
from my eyes.

You the dreamed of
for me
and the folds
of my day
wrapped with you
your eyes and
poignant tongue
whose arms
amorous and wise
carried me
cradled and tendered
from my dark dim
over.

You the dreamed of
dreaming me.