I Dream Sometimes

I dream sometimes
And she is there
Across the table
Steam rising from her coffee
A sultry smile
Above a loosely tied robe.

She never speaks.

I know her thoughts
Sense her passion
Know the rising steam
Has nothing to do
With coffee.

I want her.
I need her the way earth needs rain
And she is right there
Smiling like a Sunday afternoon.

I rise to move the short distance
Around the table
To take her in my arms
To whisper my love
To lead her down the hall
To receive her into my dry soul.

But it’s a dream
And the coffee in my cup
Has grown cold.