Want

She dreams.
His arms bind her breasts,
hands reaching further.

A cat crosses
dew drenched grass,
jumps to sill,
watches.

His hand lifts her gown.
The cat rushes home.

She rises from dream 
into want,
and turning, 
lips soft against his,
sleeps no more until dawn. 

Pris Campbell
(c)2002

Artwork:  Chagall Amoureux Au Bouquet
Music: Bach Cello Suite No 2

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