Figures Of Speech English Club Poetry Corner
Meekael W. Buggs
I dreamt of what our love looks like,
In its beginning stages, as well as recent,
A wild flame came to me, burning with unyielding passion.
Memories flash of you beneath me,
The gleam of your eyes embracing my own,
As the fire consumes all lying between us.
I dreamt of a distant sea, always flowing and forever deep.
Your lips dance slowly beside my earlobe,
Whispering, soothing like the gathering of waves.
I dreamt of an eagle, soaring through the afternoon sky.
The love we share is free, liberated,
Never to be caged by the bars of doubt.
Your hair, woven from a foreign spider,
Caresses my shoulders, rather than binds them.
I dreamt of a woman, standing, waiting for her lover.
But this time, no memory followed,
Only a sudden sensation resting on my chest.
My love pulled me from sleep, her smile undeniable.
I had a dream last night, my love,
I dreamt of you.