| last night I had |
| the most wonderful dream |
| there was a man |
| | | |
so beautiful |
| | he took the breath from my body |
| we were drawn to each other |
| | as if we had magnets |
| | | | |
in our souls |
| our mouths touched |
| and sparks flew from our parted lips
|
| into his ear |
| | I whispered |
| | | |
your name
|
| I looked into his eyes |
| | | his eyes which were |
| | | your eyes |
| his hand moved against me |
| it felt like your touch |
| | so soft it is more a memory |
| | than a caress
|
| does it bother you |
| that this man I dream of |
| | clothed in your body |
| is not you |
| are you jealous of him |
| | my dream lover |
| | | who stole your name and your face |
| whom I loved last night |
| exquisitely |
