Lover's Dream

As the desire of flight hardens my veins, Your eyes, cool as the earth, shot with filtered sun, stay my limbs. It’s difficult to believe in longing or sorrow Beneath the eves of yew and hemlock. Though stepping towards tarmac Shatters my thin illusions. You, my doe, exploding through underbrush, Trump my desire for flight, Even in the black recesses of wasted alleys Reeking of piss and moral ineptitude. Lover bring me solace. With our souls bound The minds intricate neurons Enmeshing our whole. Lover bring me peace. When behind closed eyes I travel wearing down reckless abandon At least for an hour of fitful sleep. You the well of my energy Upon my thoughts, forever A smile softly on grim lips. You the response to my question. You, my summer rose, glowing in the morning of our lives.