Dream Lover

She is my soul’s sweet mystery and my secret sound,
Without her wings under me; my sky would run aground,
Her kiss is like an ocean; her cooling waters wet my skin,
Rising tide; pull me under; come lover let me swim.
I cannot sleep; I dream you awake; take the trouble from my tongue,
You pull the passion from the darkest place where the world is hot and young,
The syllables of your name; a mantra for your favor, With hungry mouth and holy
hands I celebrate your flavor.
A seasonal world; a meaning made in words to rhyme the silence,
The wound is drained with a symphony of honey sucking violence,
My unslept dream lover; my genesis of life,
My night where all dreams find life; my angel driven wife.