A Chapter by Scott Christian

Based on a love interest's dream

We sat down one night
 to talk atop sheets of blue and grey

We can't remember the room we were in
 nor ever uttering a word
yet our lips did all of the talking
 in soft flutters along our aching skin

Your eyes were closed as you breathlessly
 conversed with my neck
I was swallowed by the rhythm of your
 unspoken syllables--my heart began to beat in tune
I couldn't get a word in
 and I didn't want to

Your lips and tongue echoed
 volumes of carnal knowledge
of longing, passion, fear, hope
 and the faith in the moment we were sharing
I embraced your dialect
 as your polysyllabic encyclopedia
leafed through each passing second

Your cheeks were flushed as you
 put your arms about me
and we began a dialogue
 so subtle, sexual, and slow--I fear I may never recover

    I never did

On cold nights, when the moon shines high
 and my bed seems its emptiest
I always drift back in time
 and remember the things we said that night
on sheets of blue and grey

© 2010 Scott Christian

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Added on July 23, 2010
Last Updated on August 3, 2010
Tags: poetry, writing, free-verse, romance, love, relationships


Scott Christian
Scott Christian


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