Sharing dreams

On the brink of obsession my heart falls,

needing to hear only your voice in my soul.

Moments apart like razors on my skin,

slicing away who I am inside.

Aching for more I reach out for you,

hoping you take my hand in my pain.

Facing alone what solitude creates,

to wake up in the only arms I desire.

You see me before you squirming nakedness defiled,

dreaming of flowers burning again.

Taking my body into your arms,

allowing my visions to change.

Comfort befalls me riddled my fear,

questions asked only to face what I love.

Holding me as my dreams fade away,

waking to the only woman I desire.

Under the sheets covered in lust,

kissing these lips making your way.

Knowing only what I have in your heart,

a dream waking me to this reality we share.







Johnny Newell