Sunday, April 5, 2015

Tactile Dreaming














I woke up on my side.
I was surprised, for in the dream
my arms were stretched out,
air cushion tactile
against my hands and upper arms,
its shifting pressure confirmation
that I was flying,
exhilaration coursing through my core and limbs
while bluff and cove passed swiftly underneath,
such a glad respite
from the sharp stoned path

I woke up languid,
lay there happy, in no hurry,
letting my dream body
have the time
to settle back in.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 5, 2015


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