Dreaming, I float,
you in my sight,

If  only we could do it
one more time;
your touch, my cure.

One lusty last plunge
into the oblivion
that was ours.

Take me, kiss me
join your body with mine.
We'll  thumb our nose
at the stars, call Jupiter
home; emblazon our
names on the clouds,
til  the next red rise of dawn.

Pris Campbell
©2001

Painting:  Moonstars by Peter Sharpe

(Visit his site after your stop here for some great artwork!)


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