A Garden Love

Of trembling lips and soft fingertips she comes to me in my dreams as if whispered vapors from heaven above. With but a smile of naked lusting she gives me abandoned tranquillity as we dream on together though this night called �life�. A Goddess is she who now casts passionate spells to me upon wind-kissed thoughts. Ah, tis she whose nakedness calms the sea deep within me. The waves but her moans as my lips touch upon her lips and, for but the briefest of moments, my heart worships but her, this daughter of the universe. Here in naked slumberings she teaches me to be more me with but a tear shed to the soft swirling nothingness of dreams cast away upon a sea of desires untamed. She has come to me in my dreams, cast down by the Goddess moon upon whispering moonbeams of lust and desires. Then, once in my dream, she is carried deep into the tears of my heart and sings the sweetest of all lullabies known in the universes boundless smile. Songs, songs sung of sweet passions and sins upon our skin. A woman she is, hidden behind a smile, and a man I have become by but a tear given to her as if but a dew drop shed upon the silkiest of roses. In this garden of dreams I have come to dwell in for these moments and heartbeats of this dream I cast, I give to her the song of the universe sung between the beats of the heart. And, deep in this dream I have named her Lea.