Dream not only of me this night

Another night another ache

This pillow holds soft my face
as did once your hands,
As I inhale again your scent
from perfumed cotton crease,
I taste again your kiss
from lipstick stain.
Finger nails rake sheets
where lay your moistoned form,
warm silken skin
enfolded light in silken sheets.
Each night my ache of you
plays on broken strings
within a heart,
that cries in silent lament.
When will this night end
that I may escape the darkness
of my lonely bed.

So when you sleep this night
dream not only of me...

but of my arms

my lips

my scent

leading you to dream
once more of me
my love.

Author's Note

She is more than a dream she is sweeter than fantasy she is the promise

Reviews

[E.V. Black]

My friend, your imagery is some of the loveliest I have ever read. I can feel the ache emanating from this. You are a lovely writer.

[Hoosier Belle]

Very nice and wonderful. Just amazing ♥

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you certainly know how to write a lamenting poem..oh how the heart aches!! lovely

[Daytonight]

So very beautiful. Full of emotion. I love how you ended it and the form you took when you spoke of her dreams. Well done. Keep on penning.

[joshua deathdealer]

I can feel the longing. This is excellent work.

[AlexanderDavis]

Nice, very well written with great emotion.