How do you dream at night?
Do the stars bow to your feet?
Do they kiss your honeyed-lips?
I want to step inside your sky,
write your name upon the moon,
taste the milk in my hair,
and your hands in my heart.
This is how I belong to you –
inside you,
within you.
This is how I dream of you
in my waking state.
Come,
lay your head in my lap of ecstasy.
Drink me whole.
©Rebecca Cavender