Honeysuckle Dreams

Sweet dreams

Like liquid honey slowly lingering
against my skin in a golden aura,
never am I lonely when you are near, nor
do my dreams stream in depths of darkness.

Softly, I swim in the wake of your sweetness,
leaning helplessly toward a lateral landing,
igniting desire’s fire to the icicles
during winter’s solstice dance.

Eagerly I erode the bounds of my emptiness,
imagining the memories of instances
not too far from my mind’s notions.
Though time twists together,
only can the waters of the oceans
make us seem distant by miles.
Every thought of you is still enticing.