Real/Dream

I dreamed of you last night.
I almost never do,
which is surprising,
considering how much I think of you.
It was raining and dark,
I drove slowly through a parking lot.
When I put my hand on your knee,
you followed suit, then went higher.
I urged you on,
then parked and you moved in for a kiss.
It was funny at first, but beautiful

I wanted to stay asleep all day...

I'm My Own Kryptonite

I caught a glimpse of superman again today.
Focused on my own routine,
my eyes swept across the room -
there he was
and it took my breath away.
He rippled across the surface of you, obscuring the metaphorical glasses.
I swallowed hard and turned away.
Better to stay in the antechamber
way
out
here
where it's safe.
Where all I see is Clark:
my pal, my brother.

Three of Hearts

An image -
two bodies
intertwined
violent kisses
greedy hands,
                 legs 
parting,
wrapping (around)
pulling into
panting with urgency.
And while we race to the crescendo,
your throaty whispers are of him
- what you would do to him,
or let him do to you -
and it makes me wetter,
you harder...
We peak together and collapse
in a sweaty heap,
smiling,
still dreaming of each other
and him.

Slumber Salvation

The weekend has been filled with heavy,
richly detailed dreams -
my mind is trying to soothe me
by weaving stories of comfort
and intimate moments of friendship.
I want to stay asleep
so I can inhabit these alternate realities
that branch off from my actual world.
I want to wedge myself back into
the fictions of my mind's creation
and rest there,
far
    far
          away
from the worries of my present.