You Are Not A Dream

last night you are the woman undressing before me
beside the brook with bamboo trees swaying on its side

i am told that you are just a dream
the fruit of my weary mind

i have seen the waterfalls flowing from your hair
i have touched the full moon of your breasts
i laid my body on the cool green grass of your body
your hands are soft and perfumed like the orange flowers
cascading on my face

i feel the rain dripping on my cheeks
when you left me

you are not just a dream my love
you are real from the very beginning of my sleep

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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