I awoke hot sweating heaving..so it seems
mumbling so many words that had no meaning,
where had I been, where was my river of dreams,
whose hands had been sending my nerve end screaming.
why can’t I recall the face that launched my depth
what language was I speaking so fluently,
where was the place that had held my bated breadth,
shaking with passion, no longer suently
I bury my head in my pillow of shame
remembering the passion that overflows
riding the erotic waves I shout a name
in my head still have the sensual echoes
Penned 16 January 2017
Contest : Talking in your sleep
Categories:
suently, dream,
Form: Quatrain