Poem: The woman in my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat
calling out your name.
You are the one,
the woman in my dreams.
By my bedside I see
a pretty picture in a frame,
But it doesn’t wink at me,
so it doesn’t feel the same.
It will never be as satisfying
as having you near.
Or as soothing as the sound of your sweet voice
whispering in my air.
This plush pillow and cotton blanket
cannot comfort me from this cold;
I ache for your tenderness,
I long for you to hold.
A phone call only reassures me
that you are thinking of me as well.
Girl, everyday, every moment without you
is a living hell.
I feel a bit of heaven every time
I receive your perfume laced letters,
But the stroke of your hand, that gentle caress
will always be better.
I never realised how dependent I was
until you came,
Because you are the one,
the woman in my dreams.














Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga~Lover

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