Not another dream.

Warm her over, for she wishes this not

to be a cold hallucination,

please not another dream, for once

she will wear reality

as catholic woman rosary,

and you just might see her walking

between shadows that frolic

and sunlight at a standstill,

running under jackrabbit clouds

as they sprinkle eau de vie uphill,

listen..they are mating, narrating a thrill.

They lap against and they fawn

until learning how to appreciate the dawn

with eyes folded,

solely illustrating within a stroke,

hands that own the seeing,

perfecting a soul with a dioptre, clearing

the sounds impinging upon the eardrum,

as they imitate the waves

when swearing forever to the shores.

© 2010

Tihana Novosel.