From Far Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

From far

Still I feel drunk
Of dream of last night;
Was among Indians,
Buffalo sat with us.

She was there, so was I;
Both aloof, sort of shy!

Finally, me and her;
Just us two, me and her.

Had driven too far
With a heart that throbbed!

Worried to uncover
What bothered my brain:
"I need you my dear…"

Mesmerised, powerless
Could not say, nor spell
Romance of loving her.

Like a rock, sat silent
Possibly had sixth sense
With great deep vision;
Read hidden and unsaid.

All happened in the night
Her back filled my front;
Held breasts in hand cups
And her hair floated,
Pitch black, nights' skies…

Still I am drunk
With dream of last night
When having Lynetta,
The chief of Indians;
Next to me, angel-like.

Is dream same as sword?
Does it have two edges?