SoulReserve

Forbidden Thoughts

Dreams of you,
are forbidden to me;
Yet they breach,
through they come,
invading,
into my sleep;
They love me,
with gentle words,
with feather-light,
poetry,
they touch me;
I imagine,
soaring into your arms,
into the fires,
of this sun;
And melting,
into moonlit embraces;
Listening to your voice coax me,
cast your magic spells on me;
Your web,
is knit,
and I am un-forgiven,
in falling;
Caught,
curling,
like the tendrils of a plant,
newborn,
inside my quilt.

© soulreserve 2015

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