Touchable Dreams
By, Jess Dickson
Oh to be the air you breathe
Swirl between the slit of your lips
As dreams faraway tickle your eyes
My dream's to sleep inside the rain
Beside the storm of passion
That smolders sensation and brews strong drink
Morning cup of heart
Sipped through lips that only part
For you, your milk thistle language
I’ve learned every vowel, every consonant
In the punch drunk color my lazy tongue suffers
Awakening only in the night
To coil around the edge of your sighs
Cleanse you free from the world outside
Where they paint their demands upon your chest
And the unevenness of me
Comes to rest
You tangle my hair in your fingers
Seemingly unaware
Of the heart-roots planted in your palm
Oh to be the air we breathe
Dancing between parted lips
Bodies and souls joined in the space between
As touchable dreams we create
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