the alchemist.

last night i dreamt of you
and of the way we sat.
the way the crook in yr collarbone
delicately cradled shadows cast
by the lamp's dim light.

yr fingers rode the beat
of the melody
lingering in the background
and my heart held the rhythm
of this musical affair.
yr head swayed with ease
and yr eyes held closed.
yr mouth opened
as a smile
spread across yr face.

it was in this state
where the unconscious bestows
reality
with pleasure-laden discrepancies
that i wondered
what is it that we search for
in space and other realms
when all encounters, otherworldly,
can be found
on our mother's surface.