Written by Melissa Lemay
I dreamt you slid your fingertips awash
All down my spine and let them linger at
Its base. You pressed your fingers into flesh.
My legs, their muscles tense, became guitar
Strings that you played in notes that God had never
Heard; climaxing gently in soft refrain.
Your hands they turned to water and they stripped
Blank petals from my flowers—tulips, roses
And begonias went splashing on their way.
Dreams timeless carried on until I woke,
Not sure of place, and dreams forgotten, yet
I felt that you had been inside and played
Upon my heart and in my mind, the one
And only light all tossed about at sea.
Next time I’ll leave a light on and perhaps
Catch sight of you as on my frets you play.
I dreamt strings that you played and begonias
Went splashing on my heart and in my mind.
Text © Melissa Lemay
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Thank you!
Beautiful piece 💜