Web of Dreaming

Web of Dreaming


Wrapped in this promise, this sweet regard,
In this womb of emotion, cushioned,
I am suspended within a web of my dreaming.
Weakened and fragile like an unborn child,
I hear your heartbeat and it echoes,
It pounds against this paper thin skin.

How this skin can burn, bake me here,
Inside the shelter of myself.
Pulled forward by the drumming of your heart,
And the waves of heat,
Rolling off your skin, rolling over me.
For the first time I’m forced into the light.

There is pain here, there is hope in suffering.
That this hurt will become completion.
What it is that isn’t here might be birthed,
And maybe I’ll be reborn because of you.
Cruel how this desire demands all of me,
But I will give it all for that chance.

Learning the rhythms of your body becomes,
The new strands for this web of dreaming.
As I lay tangled there, with you,
I watch you sleeping as vulnerable as me.
Your piercing eyes hidden,
behind soft skin and lacy lashes.

I wish to reach out and caress you to wakening.
More than anything, I desire your eyes on me,
Burning with things for which there are no words.
In this moment I know fear, of you.
Afraid that your eyes won’t burn so bright,
That this dream is one that dies out in a night.

Here I am balanced on a razor edged brink,
Despair, hope, desire warring on the inside.
Poised to slip away before the illusion’s shattered,
But I pause, unable to refute the memory of your touch.
Gentle fingers on flesh bruise the heart.
In that moment of indecision you open your eyes.