It drifts gently down on the tips of your ears <br />Then feather floats inside: <br />The beckoning whisper. <br /> <br />Lightly gliding from just behind your earlobe <br />Down the length of your neck: <br />The silken fingertips. <br /> <br />Saying come run with me across the bridge <br />Between your land and mine <br />We’ll escape the waking hours <br />Behind a glistening web. <br /> <br />Sliding over the front of your shoulder <br />Inside your arm: <br />A hungry hand. <br /> <br />Slipping into the center of your opening palm <br />Between your fingers: <br />A tender blossom. <br /> <br />Saying come run with me across the bridge <br />Between your land and mine <br />We’ll hide away from the world <br />Behind a glistening web. <br /> <br />Not quite imperceptibly brushing the edge of your cheek <br />Hesitating then brushing back: <br />The downy eyelashes. <br /> <br />Placed petal perfect on your lips <br />Pleading for pleasure: <br />The velvet kisses. <br /> <br />Saying come run with me across the bridge <br />Between your land and mine <br />We’ll weave wild wonders <br />Behind the glistening web.<br /><br />Lee Ann Schaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-dreamer/
