You don’t know what I would do to conquer the territory of your body,
to be the pioneer of your heart,
and not a tiny dream
where dumbness is everything

I succumb over my fantasies
because I only have you
as an indelible mark
on my languid nights

You do not know the magical feeling that runs through my belly
that invades and robs my feelings,
with dementia when I dream of you
and only desire to be part of you;
give you everything I have

You do not know that you take me to the insatiable moisture of your kisses,
that settle between my marrow and my breasts;
a cyclone of turbulent brushstrokes ...
it is sea, heaven, hell, sustaining my thirst,
with indelible ink of fire!

No need of language…
just a dream, a dream that grabs me while I sleep,
and raises its flight in a silence

You do not know…

© Noris Roberts