Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

Pouring, and seeping around my cooled sheets,
Those feminine tips softly caressing my feet.
Their genuine tickle, forelaid at the head...
Gathering eagerly around the foot of my bed.

Wrapping, enveloping the grooves in my hand...
Fixing themselves in my toes as I stand.
Sliding betwixt and through my stretched sleeves.
Cruising along my tongue as I breathe.

Flimsy envelopes tuck me further inside.
And whisk me away through the cracks in the blinds.
Floating among the flakes and the rain...
We rise up forever, unbound by gravity's chains.

Then we fall, speeding down towards the clouds.
We break the sweat of the ocean, and sink further down.
My eyes blink twice, trying to resurface from the dream.
The light still bleeds from the window, with shredded wisps of tangerine.