folding you to my soul

it wasn't an illusion, after all

your ass shining like the shimmering sea
under the harvest moon
yellow under my firm grasp

all your beauty
was shaking like a little girl
spooning her soft raspberry jello
before her philosophical studies began

i thought i could take you!

you drove me senseless somehow
into the clouds where a phantom
with invisible arms
asked me my name
and i gave him yours instead

my hands were not the mirage
as they held to the pleasures of your body

what went and came out and in

here and there and slowly
folding you to my soul
was much more than a musical note

which a little boy plays in his sleep.