Night Lover

By Suzanne B. Jacobson

It’s in the dark

I see your face

beneath a tiny light of grace.

 Where are you now,

as I dream this dream

and await your touch,

the silent scream?

I bent to let you slowly in

and wondered if

you’d soon begin.

I closed my eyes,

I heard your cries,

imagined your touch

upon my thighs.

This dream I dreamed may be of you,

or another whose touch

is not yet true.

For fingers caress,

cajole and tease,

and lips and tongues

know how to please.

For words are promises

meant to keep,

whispers in a lover’s sleep.

 Turning over

in the night,

flickers of candles

burning bright.

Dance shadows on

Madwoman’s mind,

never to find a man so kind.

As one who comes

within her dark,

to tear her immortal

soul apart...

Copyright © 2007 Suzanne B Jacobson.  Posted with permission.

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