A Thousand Dreams Be Had
by James Walkswithwind ~ Sept. 2000 (rated ohpleaseit'safriggingsonnet)
He reaches out to touch a smiling face
and the smile breaks into a hundred shards
gasping, stretching, muscles frozen in place
this, for a moment he lets down his guards
he hears a heart pounding, stirs up the race
licking a torment for the last extra yards
hands grip, pulling him back from the chase
the race is left for playing other parts
fingers grasp, bodies moan, and mouths clasp tight
now when love's rush is laid to bare
a rendering of howls that split the night
soft woven kisses presented with care
he would weep, for the triumph gained with sin
the joy in his heart is dangerously thin