About the Poem
Dream or Reality... only the alarm clock knows for sure.
|by Alastair Adamson|
|Listen; do you hear it not?
Fast beating heart with fluid hot?
'Tis at your presence that such is so;
A gentle kiss would staunch the flow.
Beads of sweat bead on my brow
As you whisper soft and low
And place a kiss upon my lips,
Gentle hands upon my hips.
Down are drawn we to the floor
Whilst our spirits rise and soar.
Deeper sink we into bliss
With shorter pause between each kiss.
My mind races with fevered thought;
I found the one for which I sought.
I gasp for mighty draughts of air,
As you nibble on my ear.
I slip my arms about your waist;
Never a moment do we waste.
Your nails trace furrows down my back,
And I lose myself in eyes so black.
What is that annoying sound?
I float away and look around.
The plastic beast has worked its charm;
I smash the cold and vile alarm.
Things are never as they seem,
But I miss the Lady of my dreams.
I ready myself for another day
And go about my lonely way.
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