Dream Lover

Too soon

I am jarred from the

Serene sensuality

Of your warm, soft lips, tenderly

Tenderly caressing

My nape.

Too soon

Your sleep induced image

Disappears into the bustle of

Rush hour bodies –

Lost until you brighten my consciousness

during some mundane task .

This nocturnal affair is less than

Fulfilling in the harsh glare of the midday sun.

– Rhona Williams