Friday, October 18, 2024

I still dream of it 2015

 

I still dream of it

that ache to get it all back

when I wake the swell of it

slowly fading like a morning glory

 wilting under the intense blaze of the sun

left with only the memory of a memory

until dusk brings me back

and I can dream of it again

pumping myself up for an affair

 I can only grasp and sleep

trying to satisfy what I lusted for all day

the touch of flesh

 then the in and out

and the eventual expiration

I recall in a fog

when down  t comes again

a day in and day out ritual

my brain struggling to contain

 unrequited except when I sleep

and never ever enough to satisfy me

 when I am awake


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