Three Dreams About SexbyTzara©
I lie on my back and look up
into the envelope of dark, where
your body appears like an inverted sea.
My eyes trace the gentle swell
of belly, of thigh, the tight
ripple where the bare crease of labia
meet between your legs.
I wish only to cast
my lips and tongue
over that still pacific surface
so I may settle in before the storm.
You are not you in this dream.
You are a tiny woman in a thin white shift
that rides high over your hips.
We have only spoken once
at a great distance, yet
you offer your breasts to me
with both hands.
There is no need for talk
and this woman does not speak, although
my ears are pressed and pierced
by her animal sound.
You are not you in this dream,
yet is this you.
no third dream, just
I am in chains, like Prometheus.
It is not an eagle that eats my liver
and held fast in its dull agony
I cannot return to sleep.