The Woman Who Dreams


I dream
of the woman
who dreams
of me.

The woman
whose dreams
lie entwined
with mine
night after

The woman
whose heart
moors itself
within me like
a blue boat
in dark water;

whose dreams
rock my body
in syncopated
riding each
deep-felt breath.

My hands yearn
to touch you.
My ears strain
to hear you.

I look for you
in every corner
of my existence,
in every minute
that passes.

There is only
our sensuous love,
our beautiful
life together.

My angel,
I dream of you
every night.

I dream of you
as you dream
of me.

Travis w Tucker