Dreaming    
And the fish follow him dreaming, dreaming. Olson Scott Card

Christine (Hathwell) Olsen Davis

As in a dream, I slowly turn.
You whisper my name. My name
In your mouth, a caress, a promise.

Dreaming desire thick as blood, I swim
In swollen tides green as your eyes.
I dream your hands; hands that cast

No line, set no hook. Willing, I follow,
Caught by the silver lure of your touch,
Tranced, into heavy air where, uncaring,

I shatter beneath the silent lies
Your hands trace in patterns on my skin.
Lies, intangible as air that tears

The memory of water that held me
In this crimson dream where love blooms
Into pain, where dreams dissolve.