Day Eight: #WoPoWriMo - Ain't No Sunshine

    

I dreamed of you, and the way

you touch, of gentle fingers, and

the fairy-dust that falls like

tumbling, glitter-rust, through

body, and mystified soul. I

dreamed of caresses and the

way you hold and, how you

wrap and envelope

all of me

like the smallest rose,

coaxing joy

into hungry bones. With an

elegance

that bends and folds,

all reason beyond all doubt, I

dreamed of how you filter out

warm rays

through days of ice-cold, I

felt your dream-strands

of beautiful gold, change my colours

and entwine me 

in affectionate embrace;

and pushing

through the clouds, I awoke,

with a longing to see

your face.