Lace

love and sexuality

I am Adam - when a woman born in sleep, from my missing rib,
from pleasure I was near to, winds me in honey-scented moon-white lace -

all of humanity seems remote beside her.

When I awaken - the warmth of her kiss still upon my cheek -
I will abandon myself to find her in the waking world.

But gradually, the memory fades -
I have forgotten the girl of my dream.