My Dream

Is not for an underwater nymph
But it is for the warmth and comfort she might bring
There is even comfort in the wafting of her garb
There is intention in her underwater stroke
And I am consumed by her presence
My heart is open to her
As if by design

She comes to me as if
The air bubbles caressing her body were for me
I know they are not
It's just they feel like they should be
I feel like I am suffocating
I am confused by desire
I know I am very hungry

I want not
I draw my heart back into it's shell
I am comfortable here
I am tired of the unending pain in my heart
I have desire to breath the bubbles floating over your body
Yet I am not confident of their sustenance
I think I know of their lack of nurture