Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
steve a. manolis poet
silently tasting you
perhaps in my dreams, awake and aware
or sleeping peacefully in my own nightmares
my soreness aches unbound by the soul of this man.
perhaps it is the sweetness of your kiss
or the curve of your arched back leaning into me
i beg for more, silently needing that one extra touch.
perhaps it is a lifelong desire to smell you deeply
or taste the sweat glimming from your skin
i seek some re-assurance, silently dreaming i was awake.
or perhaps it is the tomorrows i yearn to be
naked floating in the pool, like some karma returning
to the universe we once fell from and the stars become you.