The Line

I do not know,

what to think first,

when I wake up at night,

and my skin still burns;

all the places you have touched...

And you haven't even

been here

the night before.

You never have.

I don't know how it can be,

that my hair smells

of your perfume,

intoxicating and so fresh...

Reminding me 

of something so vivid,

i cannot recall.

When my arms are still warm,

muscles tense,

from your hands

pinning me down,

tender,yet intense.

Could it really have been

such a lively dream?

Is my sanity not as sane

as it seemed?

What strange reality

have i created

in between,

the domain of my lust

and my reason?

Where does the big world end,'

and where does our own dawn?

Where sleeps the line,

cosily and lone?

It seems as if

you finally found me...

Through all our dreams

woven,splendidly,

you found the one

in which i swam

in the dark lake

of your mystery.

And i dove,

deeper and deeper,

your mouth on mine,

the only oxygen i needed

to survive,

this rush of ripple

and of force...

You...

This velvet blanket

keeping me warm,

from my winter storm.