Bobette Bryan's Poetry


My Sleep

Long have I dreamed
of one aching moment
of your lips
against my lips.
Distant are these fires
yet they flame
again and again
and nothing can
match their
heat or brilliance.
And your heart
remains the only one
I cradle in my sleep.

© 2010 Bobette Bryan






Share |


Poetry Index


Sign My Guestbook | View My Guestbook