Dunes Of My Mind

Dunes Of My Mind...

As I look at you, the light in your eyes
I stand stupified, why?...
What he sees in me, his stare curiously 
Deep as the deepest of oceans
Into deep cool waters immersing, myself  
Resist cannot, as he came to me 
The light in his eyes, in the darkness
Before dawn came in.
I stand mesmerised looking at he
Resist can not, to touch to feel
The touches in a way that he,
The ambivalence in me, I want not to end.
Closing my eyes imagining his touches 
irrevocably...
My minds, on fire burning wild
His incandescent touches 
Sending shivers through, my spine 
And I dance before him indolently...
Slowly, gazing at me lazily
Smile in his eyes looking at me, wondering!
Waves pounding hard by the shore 
Oceans wild, white waters spewing over me
In my imagination, 
I see the ocean swaying taking me
Inexorably...
Stretching before my eyes, the longest beach  
The golden sands blue skies, so blue as his eyes
I run through the dunes
Above me, there's nought but sky
The odd condor flying,
Riding, swaying the thermal winds
How I wish I could fly, rising my arms to the skies
Dancing swaying, indolently...
Then a butterfly in the vision of my eyes
Joynes me, and dances eloquently
Wild and wilder...
Metamorphosing before my eyes He!!
He, that I've created in my mind that elusive, creature
That I've moulded with my hands
In a moment of madness!
His eyes his nose the, curve of his mouth
A little curviness when he smiled...
His hair dishevelled curling about his eyes
His body standing high, his stance
Just as I've created him.
His arms reaching to me
Just as I taught him.
His legs slightly apart, in his stance...
His arms akimbo looking into the distance
His head erected, proudly standing his ground...
Oh, my!!!
In the dunes of my mind, I've created perfection!
His red hair curling just a little on his shoulders
Whispering I cried out what, have I done with the boy!!
I've created, his likeness not beautiful!
Not like his heart, he knows how to feel
His eyes softly smiling into mine...
As I kiss his eyes his mouth
The rest left it up to him...
His imagination knew no bounds
Rising my senses high
Like that condor soaring
Floating swaying on those, thermal
Winds of life...

By Connie James