Saturday, September 6, 2014

When Gods dream












She never notices
Mischief's teasing
Repose is sleeping
Red hair outspread
Like silk sheets upon the floor
Following carnality
Her beauty is a symphony
Poured upon the marble
Laying upon the tiger's hide
Dreaming intoxicate
Fantasies fill her mind
She travels without ever leaving
And is stone still, ever quiet
Her flesh milky white and soft
She is silent
But for moments of breath
She dreams of a place
More perfect
Than the heavens are described
For one so beautiful is able
To see things from the tallest peaks
While those who only aspire
To such heights are limited
To those things they know
Or desire
Even in the dreams of sleep