Dream Lover

Dream Lover

as if in a dream

sliding off a silver moonbeam

you come and lay down by my side –

you touch my bare shoulder,

wash my back with your hair,

and press your scented body to mine.

Your voice is wet with promise

to love me till the moon shadows

leave the wall,

and you ask of me,

“Pretend you love me tonight

as you can never give me

what you do not possess,

and I cannot give you

what little I possess.”

Until the early morn,

after shadows dance,

we’ll take the remains

of the day.