I’m falling wide Asleep

a strange dreamscape

of soul-stretched trees

across your river body,

where the water crashing

down wetness never skips

our lips, never ceases 

to press our bodies together

among golden tree boughs.


My breath is fast, slow

fast to heavy,

over butterscotch thighs

sweet, always sweet,

wrapped in the finest silk

savoring every taste!


It’s sad to wake

to a narrow life,

after dreaming this way.



Dave Barber

21 Nov 08

Natural Laws