If Soft Were Light Dreams
We could imagine ourselves in quiet dreams
holding onto each other in sweet stream
the bounty of love, the perfumed magic of sex
so shadowed inside a swirling arena in mix.
If then might we simple pleasure enjoy,
the hours of night would surely become day
as again our eyes in measure would in search
find beauty where only elegance might besmirch.
And while in the throes of a lover’s compelling state
we could each other again always know to relate
the wonderment of real in the saucy nature of sensuality
this is a betterment of the human condition’s reality.
Ah, the playful tones of strings in an autumn sunlight
have my mind imagining the delight, the shadow of night.