once upon an august

I remember having a distant dream... 

of white drops falling on my cheeks

and of crackling heat at my ears;

of my head crowned by soft feathers,

of shivers dancing along my spine 

and passion pooled in my belly. 

and the darkest part was a firmness 

I'd feel at my back.

a steely support that held me together,

yet I could never turn to see.

until once upon an august...

when I smelled something so sweet

and delightful.

I followed the spice and 

fell into the dream 

where I could finally see 

a river of honey staring at me.

a pair of lips followed

and parted, 

"hi, darling".

a voice to wake me from my slumber,

a voice that calls me to 

remember the dream

and to live it,

and to write it here.