Hazy minds of nights of pleasure, serendipitous encounter,
Shivers down my spine caress my body, from the inside,
My skin feels softer, light glows warmer, embraced am I in mist.

Deafened by the lustful hours nothing seems to exist
Beyond my bed nor above my covers, not even
The chirping birds induce me to believe there might be
Something out there. Blinded, all I see I see with my hands.

My fingers summoned explore the lines of a body,
Its shape, its texture, my mouth its flavour, inebriating
Sensation of an artwork touching me, melding in me,
Gripping my flesh as though I could slip away, dissolve,

Until it stops, and all I am left with a clouded memory
Of physical intensity in an ephemeral, infinite, ethereal space,
A glimpsing nowhere neverland moulded by desire
Only for this moment. Fast-forward, I’m lying on the beach.

Things gradually return into existence,
The entrancing sound of breaking waves a lullaby,
The blueness of the sea penetrates my pupils to enthral me
Whilst the sun lavishly kisses me, its warmth a blanket

Multifarious white figures drift through the azure sky
I nod at them acknowledging our history, though they play
Games of metamorphosis I recognise them, I have strolled
Idly upon them time and again, they know me too,

And you are still here, intertwining your body with mine
Next to me, over me, behind me, all around me,
Your imposing presence overwhelms me,
So I surrender and indulge in the blissful fluffiness

Of the cloud in which I am drowning.

[Featured painting: by artist unknown]