Say it is so... (possibly sensual)

Say it is so... (possibly sensual)

There is a slight fog hazing the bottom windowpanes

as the dawn's cloudy light begins to slowly clear the haze

of an obscure awakening reality, without an impassioned lovers afterglow; 

yet again forever beginning a new day, 

once again realizing, it was just another dream

Sleep’s threshold fades in and out

like songbird’s trill in the gust

The aftermath of flushing thoughts

silent reverie remains vividly so...

~

Traces of love notes were written backwards

on frosty windowpanes

flushing out the sensual hues colour of the night

as thawed sweat trickled down streaking the panes clearly

Hot breathe clouds the looking glass,

veiling the memories of once swollen appetites

just before the flames burned the spark

that ignited the sultry midnight sins

Tell me once again about wishing

a calming of the raging waves

Whisper about dreams you're seeing now,

of summer breezes, swaying rope swings

bending limber limbs like a willow in the wind

Confess once again

about our misbehaving in your dreams

Say it is so…utters the fool on a hill

postscript: 6.20.2013 5:00 am

It was a very unseasonably cold night considering the summer solstice looms soon, with thunder and lightening in the night. 

A bit restless for many reasons, least of which was having seen a funnel cloud nearby that did not touch down.

Got up and wrote this down before the tea got cold...spontaneous as the funnel cloud forming out of nowhere and currently without edit...