a dream with my love

a dream with my love

it is about 6 AM

a rainy Wednesday morning

half awake

for no apparent reason

no agendas

no office

no telephone calls

no beaming sunshine

through the window shades

just incessant solace

the sound of the pitter patter

of raindrops abundant

ushers presence upon our spirits

you in my eyes

i in yours

smiling souls

grateful for this eternal moment

crumple sheets

strewn about our bodies

400 count i think

but who is counting who has time to think of such things

when we have “this” moment

memories of Morning’s

dim gray twilight

approaching

our bodies entangled

breathing each others ecstasy

and the exchange

of our urgency

our fervency

to become closer

than our bodies would allow

but we tried just the same

while calling each other’s name

and Gods

our reverent approach

to that garden’s gate

where our longings

were to be satiated

and we tasted the fruit

and the juices

of our passionate flowing

wasting not a single drop

and now

the heavens are crying

the pitter patter of the rain

a noise just above the somber silence

of our gracious hearts

beating to love’s rhythms

yes,

heaven’s tears of anguish

that comes

with such a heightened bliss

and each kiss we share

reminds us of this moment

we have shared

within the infiniteness

and we smile

we come together

and we kiss

embrace

taste

paying sacred homage

again

at 6 AM

on this rainy Wednesday morning

a dream with my love

© 1 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.