Last night I dreamed: an old lover
spent his passion in my mouth,
laughing as I choked on the bitter torrent.
I woke, open-mouthed and gasping,
and stumbled through the darkness
to rinse the acrid dryness from my tongue.
Then, slipping back between the sheets,
I wrapped myself around your sleeping form
and brushed my lips against your shoulder--
grateful for the cool sweetness of your skin.
8 hours ago