I Do Dream of You

I dream of your hair as it flows in impossibly slow motions,

Down to my face, shocking every nerve with ecstatic touch,

Bunched in my fist and pulled back tight to expose your neck,

Draped over your breasts and brought to life with your rhythm.

I dream of your body in glimpsed phrases of motion,

Patchworks of remembered and imagined fantasy,

Your ribs heaving when you climax,

Extended hands clutching the sheets for purchase.

I snatch your scent from the air when you leave,

Palm your cooling place on the mattress,

Drift into sleep watching laughter recalled,

And kiss the you that can't be there.

I do dream of you,

To have you when you are gone.