Four Elements Of An Erotic Dream

I am alight
the fire of my yearning
creating flashpoints of a thousand
burning maybes without oxygen,
your eyes fanning the flames

I am flying
my heart's melting
molten in its beating
falling
I'm afraid to fly too close
in case your sun burns my clipped wings

I am swimming
the depth of my feeling
wets your lips
thrusting
through the warm waters
your riding the crest of my wave

I am grounded
my wanting earthy,
base in its desire
plowing
the soil is soft and fertile
your skin yields to my touch