When asleep,
intent allows
I doze to dream
– aroused –
of you.

I wake to lust,
robust with hunger,
starving
for a glimpse or two.

And in a trance
I rise to seize
– to freeze –
an instant here
with you…

but

I won’t retire
tried and spent:
instead,
I slumber,
yet,
to dream of you.

Throughout the day
I crave
and bathe in
lingering wants
I won’t release.
Desire
keeps me occupied:
my mind inside
unstable from the tease.

And time,
it passes,
fast escaping
– raping –
my increasing need
to lay at home
– alone –
and close my eyes
and doze,
aroused,
and dream.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 January, 2003