my dream is waking
my dream's eyes open, and as the morning slows
my dream slows, and her always opening eyes
more than ever are forever amazing
like turned up skies of bright day holding cold space
and more hot stars than i can explore in as many nights of gazing
this dream is still smiling
this dream turns in front of my unraveling thoughts
this dream rises from her watery hair
and her arms begin their grace
and her dancing hands caress my arms
and her lips caress my shoulders and face
while her hands dance around my waist
(they are the sweet grass in wind)
i find my hands, touched by hers
begin their clumsy dancing
grasping her pelvis, pressing against her spine
bumping against her nipple
stumbling and holding on to my dream
and entering my dream
entering as she wraps her dancing body around me
entering while her cries caress me
burying my face in her stream of hair
buried again and i am buried deep
buried in my strong lovely waking dream