Dreams

Dreams

For Lenny

Drifting along on a lack of thoughts

feeling ungrounded,

till your fingers brush my face

and I find grace in this place.

Floating over blue skies

and rolling waves,

my arm touches your hand

I love this fairy land of sand.

Resting in a golden afternoon

warm earthy smells abound,

as your thighs kiss my knees

I hear leaves in the breeze.

Standing on a sparkling snowcap

so high above the world,

your lips kiss my hair

and I'm aware that I'm there.

On the edge of a deep red canyon

that smells of dust and sage,

toes touch feet

on a pinnacle of sweet heat.

Under a blanket of stars

and spinning worlds,

I am wrapped up in you

feeling all new and cobalt blue.