In the corridors of dream








In the corridors of dream

You are always dancing

My love



Your arms like wreaths 

of golden smoke rising,

falling, to the music of

My love



Your circling hips tell

Me ancient stories

of passion rising,

passion spent, my passion

My love



Is it in your dreams 

you dance, Goddess,

or mine?  An end of

dreaming then.  Dance

only to my heart's drum,

My love



I will possess you wholly,

dream dancer

As I possess the tremors of the sea,

The swirling shimmer of the suntrack

As you possess

My love



I will dissolve myself

entirely in this dreaming Dancer,

nothing remaining  of my brief life

But this, the fragrance of

My love