Dreamer

George Sylvester Viereck

He dreams.
The scented breath of June
Fans his bare limbs.
He softly sighs,
And still more softly smiles.

His eyes
Through closed lids gaze into the moon.
Now the boy's arms enfold the air,
His pulses quicken with delight:
For through the casements of the night
A dream-girl floats with burnished hair.
The gold of silken locks is spread
Above him like a coverlet.

His lips, now curved with passion, fret
The milk-white down where lies his head.
Can maid of flesh be half so sweet?
She knows no fear.
She asks no gain,
Nor of her roses winds a chain
For Love to drag with weary feet.
And now her phantom hands caress
His youth.
Her kisses fall like rain.
And stabs of pleasure kin to pain
Perturb his rose-pink nakedness.
His breath comes fast.

Desire shakes his blood.
An amorous eclipse
The whole world lies between the hips
Of Love.
He moans.
He swoons.
He wakes.

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