In one of those dreams
I feel your large hand
encase my breast
just enough to fill the space
the way your tongue had
that first night.
Your body larger, stronger
than any I have ever been with
meditated into a coiled spring
of unreleased power
I fear obliteration
throw up walls,
that you bounce off
back to the safety of zen,
empty vessels feel no hurt.
Dream-us,
move like Sine waves
and explode,
leaving salt on your skin
that I lick,
it makes me thirst for more.
I surrender
until there is nothing left
but dust.