Metaphoric dreams

Metaphoric dreams

it seems like i have been dreaming about her for aeons

i often thought of what she would look like

the visions i conjured were all alluring

and moved me in ways i speak not of

save in my own private chambers

of sweaty passionate nights

speaking of nights

many of them i was rendered sleepless

hoping the phone would ring

or there would be that unexpected

yet desired

knock at my door

but it never came

but it was nice to dream any way

it was those dreams

those damn “Someday” dreams

from Monday through Sunday dreams

that made all this loneliness bearable

yes . . .  she would fix it all for me

i used to draw pictures

doodling i think they called it

shit

i could see her face clearly in my head

but i was never quite able to get it on paper

pretty much like that poem

i can not quite grasp

the non-conclusive elusive stuff

i have examined every detail of her face

her body

to include all the secret places

i would discover

that evoked her smiles and giggles

i loved when she wiggled like that

while laying next to me

i could smell her

yes smell her

and taste the texture

of her lips upon my own

who would have known

that this day would truly show up

and i think my eyes are open

for surely my nose was

i am but a mindless puppet

for her

but i don’t mind

just as long as i can

hold on to my

Metaphoric dreams

© 25 May 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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