​A Wish for Fruition

You enter me in sleep.
Where unspoken words
Burn the script of day
To form a new expression.
I watch it take its first breath,
Giving life to meaning.

You arrive as a silhouette.
Sent from the pitch of fantasy or reality.
Intentions unknown.
Indistinct shapes turn over me.
Colouring everything purple-blue.
The sensation of barely-there takes me.
There,
Touch begins.

Your mouth holds onto mine.
A breath shared to form a kiss.
It tastes like honey blessed by the sun.
I swallow the thought; it pools in my throat.
You reach inside to find your name.
A wish for fruition.

Your hands run.
Searching for an end where there is none.
You meet an underbelly full of seeds.
Waiting to become maple trees.
Let your love soak through.
Make me real.

Lower.

Legs cling like a prayer.
I beg for the pull.
The only separation welcomed.
Wash away the swells of waiting.
Give me devotion or take everything.
Just promise to stay when morning comes.