We fall asleep as newly born dreams awaken in our breaths
skin to warm ripple upon skin, lips moistly flavoured of more than a kiss
legs entwining steps of a dance that does not end after the ultimate glow
yes, the glow of a whole universe cascading in stars and heard as the music
of heights, of depths, of that unutterable composition of the absolute
so complex, so simple, really, if we sense it as blood pulsing, or a rustle
of linen under completions spooning, or as a secret whispered by
a butterfly of transformation glimpsed just as it takes flight behind
the shrine and cocoon of our eyelids in the darkness of a room
a room, like this where we fall asleep as if we were taking flight
into the wholeness of space, you still inside me and I still enfolding
this reciprocal desire of pervading much more than body
and conceivably touching the meaning of soul, in a serene
eagerness of wave that comes and goes, of shore that stays
and yet never remains the same, after such inherent tides.
Your hand and my breast coalesce one harmony of gift
and of receiving the freedom of closeness, the closeness
of freedom, which still tingles upon your chest as one
with my back, and still casts unrepeatable silhouettes
of moments and flames about the walls. Walls that could
not be there at all, screens, as they are, of endless
widely open visions at the distance of a mere sigh.
A sigh that conjures all memories in the full oblivion
of truly reaching eternity, when we fall asleep as
newly born dreams awaken in our breath.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®

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