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I knew he would come,
our place since the beginning of time,
our time.

This is our watery garden,
our Eden without that damned tree,
pure and untouched.

He knows not why he is drawn,
pure as the driven snow,
in his dream.

When he last visited,
it was my dream,
his beautiful flesh,
my paradigm.

My spirit sat on this log,
here since ancient times,
but he couldn’t see me then,
not like now.

He can’t help noticing a woman,
naked,
the most beautiful he has ever seen,
as we were created for each other.

Forever I wait for him in the mountain tarn,
fed by a waterfall, borne of a force,
an underground river
bursting from a cliff face.

This lake is our love,
still and pure,
with its source from a higher power.

I will always love him because
I remember.
Everything.

He forgets until he sees me,
wonders at his newfound love,
One that he understands not.

Natural, yet he is Earthbound.
I will teach him again,
but when he awakens,
he will marvel at his dream.

He’s had one like it before,
I know because I know his thoughts.
They are mine, removed.

Caught in the Mirror

shot out of bed
like a bullet
when the alarm sang
can’t stop to think
no, not of…

I’ll regress
brush my teeth and hair
nightgown off

caught by my reflection
in the mirror he put up

I dreamt of him again last night
still feel his warmth, his love
his skin, still soft and young
after all these years
his heart mine

got to keep moving
before I’m compos mentos
must be on the road

caught by reflection
thinking of him

I’m useless with tools
so he put it up
the right tool for the right job,
he said
which one did I lack?

warm, no tights today
just t-shirt and sexy shorts
maybe he’ll see me

caught reflecting
lost in myself

I run to forget sometimes
to forget him
but my dreams bring him back
every time
but not in daylight

hot, sweaty back home
take it off, take it all off
cleanse myself, purge him

caught reflecting
remembering him

I remember him next to me
in the shower
where I do my best thinking
and my worst
he’s not there

start my day
must get to my work
don’t daydream

caught dreaming
of his reflection

it’s one of those days
I wait until the last possible moment
to put clothes on, but I relent
blue sweatshirt, jeans
all I need to work at home

apple breasts shown best
he always liked me in that
followed me up stairs

caught in my dream
of his touches

greated by his email
my heart leaps, always does
it’s a drug, almost like sex
enough to make me whole
at least until I go to bed tonight

dream of him again
always of him next to me
naked as a babe

caught in a reflection
lying next to my dream