Edge Of A Dream
by Theresa Cecilia Garcia © 2006
When showers tumble
and blackbirds sing,
when wind replies
on a white storm birds
wings,
I see your face
through caves unseen
in the heartland
a lone vulturine.
When ebony loops of hair
catch the light of a
transient star,
when waves crash high
on loafty coastlands
and the earth responds
with treble, tenor, bass
and flair,
I see your face,
I see you there.
Drifting on the edge
of sleep,
wandering down golden halls
of circling champagne,
I take a drink
through shimmering glass
doors,
melting with the heat
of liquid gold,
I see your face
I feel you there.
Escasty's slow thrumming
pulsing through me,
on the edge of sleep
the bayou blinks,
sarcasm borders on flirtation
sweet villain calls,
there is no training
for this clambering rose.
Gallant soldiers
die in vain,
through rhythmic drumming
my orgasm's lame,
only you
know my full name
low laughs the wind
you have me tamed.
When I look up
at the dawning past
I catch my breath
at the unconscious trick
of time,
When love has risen
to its ethereal shape
Thy dearest songs,
Thy touch not yet known,
Who's in the next room?
Who lives here?
His name I must not tell,
the one and only
I love too well.
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