when you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking...

waking up in a dream
santi obcena

i try
to count the inches
between your dream and mine

for this impenetrable darkness
that separates
then binds us
holds no uncertainty
anymore.

we have come to a point of understanding
wherein the stars have lost their voices
yet the lights resonate in our lost conversations of
constellations not yet discovered, or civilizations
eventually forgotten

sprawled at the foot of my bed
i hear the echo of your heartbeat
in the dead of night

yearning.
i wait in
anticipation, for your hand upon my cheek
and my fingers in your hair

tongues caught in a malevolent tango
set to the night wind blowing thru the window

chest rising upon the hand
mapping each square inch of its
naked skin,
fingers walking on the terrain of this familiar landscape

of bushes and fields
of mountains, and cliffs

then plunging itself into the calm sea
that is your mouth,
rising and falling
until we reach the white picket fence
only to turn back and marvel at the
explosion of ten thousand new years
echoed in whispers of ecstasy

but for now,
we will count the minutes and then seconds
for the next surging wave

that will eventually drive us into each others
arms, beloved.

november 6, 2007
12:22am