Alejandro’s Dream Poem by A.B. Black Waltz

I wish to feel your chest as it rises and falls;
Summoning the air
And letting it enter your body.

I wish to smell the scent of your Rapunzelian hair
Entangling around my fingers,
As it caresses my callous hands, aging as time passes.

I wish to feel the sort of blanket-on-a-rainy-night way of your hands
As it soothes my troubled, December-chilled soul,
Comforting my heart even if it is palpitating.
And in the same way it depresses the heart,
In a way that I would think that I may die slowly at any moment.

I wish to see those amethysts frosting in your face;
The window to your psyche,
As they reach for the innocent me locked in this manly form.
You make me feel like I was back in sixth grade when I was shy with girls,
Like one of those hormone-driven pre-teens who never knew love from lust.

I wish to hear you gently breathing in a small gap between us.
You steal the air that surrounds us both.
But I don’t mind.
I offer my share of air to you.

I wish to feel that curve that draws your body;
How it reminded me of the goddesses from old paintings.
How it reminded me of vases that held new bought flowers in the dawn of a Sunday.
How it reminded me of the hills in an oasis which is lost somewhere in the desert.

I wish to plant kisses in the buds of your rose-red lips and if I have planted it,
Will it remind me of a new born love,
that just blossomed as it felt the sun’s first blessing after a stormy night?

I have never wished for anything else but to be with you…
…if only it was real and not just a dream...

(for Felix...^_^)