Lucid Dreaming

By Safa Mahmood

your hands find my palms in my dreams,

briefly, like the land meets the sea.

here, your honeyed lips taste even more sweet,

& here, I submit to the sound of your amused shriek,

& fall into you, fall swiftly at your feet.

here my name rolls effortlessly off your quiet tongue

again, again, again, like the breath fills the lung.

here you stay forever, infinite & young,

& in this dream my fingers have the freedom to run

through your hair, along your skin, every inch one by one.

in here I tell you my thoughts with ease

& you know me deeper as much as you please,

& even heaven’s gentle forgiving breeze

does not make me shiver nor bring as much relief

as the simple feeling of sitting with touching knees.

By Safa Mahmood