Feeding Dreams

I have a body that remembers
The heat of tender embraces
The moist pleasure of falling into
Shades of blue and gold
And relishes hurried ease.

I have a soul that trades only in
Cinnamon and spices
And caters to wills that are tender
That are firm
That conceives the sun for
Its godddess
And leaves much to chance.

I have a spirit that soars
Among the sensual
Among the rich countries of past
And present and future
That savours the language of time
Because time is conscious of
No man's speed.

Drinking in the stars
Inhaling the rain
Catching the tang of so many
Romances within my sphere.
Gliding towards eternity
Forever
Feeding my dreams.

© Margot Van Sluytman
From Feeding Dreams