Sweet wine,
Moonlit dance,
Fragrance of the night.
Words that touched your soul,
You said.
Why do I caress your hair
And run my fingers down your cheek,
As you lie lost in sleep?
Must touch bring substance to my dreams?
Does love then have its doubts?
Who says love can not be felt.
When I'm holding you so tight,
And my fingers trace your smile?
But is there that hesitation,
That current of not sure?
Am I then not yet real?
Are you in a no-man's land?
Unready to be claimed?
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Comments: 7
Beautiful poem, Fred......so passionate with some uncertainty....to commit or not to commit! I really enjoyed it immensely!
So enticingly beautiful, dear Fred - bravissimo! :-)
Hugs and blessings - S.
Beautifully written, Fred! Only with trust, can one fully commit.
Marilyn
So romantic.
The ambiguity - the hesitation - what a sweet way to express these reservations...
The beginning scene is so realistic, but you seem to make first a subtle shift and then an outright admission this is a dream. Quite clever placement of surreal thought in your final lines.
Oh yes! I have felt THAT lovers touch in my dreams before... :)