Dream #65

I dream
a song of you.
My ear
against your breast
hearing your heart's
rythym,
the melody of your
breath,
and the harmony
of our caress,
my skin on your
soft skin
like silken bow
across string.

I dream
a song
in the chorus of
a smile,
the libretto
of open eyes,
the crescendo
of your laughter
echoes
in my ears.
Your sighs
diminuendo
as you slip into sleep
and the allegro
of my heart
while I hold you,
pounding like a timpani
prestissimo.

This is a symphony
of us,
the dischord of
our disparate lives,
the dissonance of
our ideals,
the cacophony
of our conversation
converging and coalescing
into the consonance
of unison.