Reverie
Saturday in the arms of Mother Nature
That state – in between – just before one leaves consciousness
in order to cross the threshold into that world of the subconscious
That place between semi wakefulness and the land of dreams
where life is surrealistically richer, deeper than reality
and clearer than the images one sees in the world of dreams.
In this fantastic, altered state of being, I felt, I touched
a beautiful pink where all life begins, and begins !
My lips, my tongue, my fingers tips sailed across a body
of pure water, caressing every atom, every epithelio
of life, stroking your soul from head to your little toe
and back to the world of pink, where sweet lips met mine,
lubricating my tongue in the most passionate French kiss
your motherhood has or will ever have known !
My state of reverie !, my dream, but not your reality.
The reverie of my Saturday, I’d love to make your reality !
B. J. “A” 2
February 18th 2007
Categories:
surrealistically, desire,
Form: Free verse
Reverie
Could this be my destiny ?
Saturday in my porcelain womb,
Enfolded in the arms of Mother Nature’s embryonic fluid.
That state - in-between – just before one leaves
consciousness in order to arrive , into the subconscious.
That place between wakefulness and the land of dreams
where life is surrealistically sharper, deeper then reality
and clearer then that of images, in the world of dreams.
In this fantastic state of being, I felt and I touched
a beautiful world of pink, where life begins, and begins!
My lips, my tongue, my finger tips sailed across your body.
They caressed every atom of your being – stroked your soul
from your head to your little toe, and back to the pink,
where your sweet lips met mine, lubricating my tongue
with delicious honey, in the most passionate, French kissing
your motherhood has ever, will ever know – my dream, not yours.
The reverie of my Saturday, I would love to make your reality.
B. J. “A” 2
February 18th 2007
Categories:
surrealistically, love, passion, world, life,
Form: Free verse