I dreamed, last night, that we were in
a state of transcendence
But it didn’t feel quite like a dream,
more a remembrance

So clear it was -- so familiar,
this gifted visual
We moved about and undulated,
smooth and consensual

Our movements were distinctive, sinuously serpentine
Our forms were sleek and graceful,
with a bit of a blue shine

We appeared amphibious,
and moved erotically
Together we curved and rippled, simultaneously

Clearly, we were passionate,
intent and purpose driven
Making the utmost of the sweet moment we'd been given

We looked much like the dolphin,
but with head, arms, hands, and feet
We clung together, obviously
in the throes of passion's heat

Movements became dynamic,
refined, and balletic
Harmoniously demanding,
and sublimely rhythmic

All movement seemed to cease,
as we reached a pinnacle
No language could be uttered, though thoughts were subliminal

Our heartbeats struck a rhythm
as we gazed into our eyes
Silently, we were spellbound – inside were butterflies

This vision slowly faded,
on that note, tender and sweet
That I witnessed a dream like this,
was divine and bittersweet

Sharon Cunningham
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