Reverie

Not with hands do I feel you
Nor with lips do I kiss —
No breath, no touch, no sweet embrace —
only my spirit fills this space.
Though I wander through the wonders
of this waking dream,
No magic ball , no scripters arts
guides the movement of my heart.
Yet I tremble from your passions
and reel in rare delights
and feel your gaze upon me
and bathe in its intensity.
Then I touch with my spirit
and caress you with my soul
I know it is you that I feel
and that this dream is real.

B - 2008