Surfing through my dreams

When I wakeblurred from scent of fresh squeezed pineapplearoma of eastern sun on purple orchidspray of salt from coral oceanthe cry of gold winged eaglehigh on skin smooth palm,I know you’ve been,surfing nonchalant through my dreams .Memory cutslike broken glass hid deep beneaththat sun bronzed sandalthough I’ve tried to pumice deadened cellsforget , obedient as you’ve begged me to,I can’t .When I wakeLondon’s greyness collars meI retie blistered skeins of sleeprecapture tone of voice , warmth of well loved body’s heatangle of your down kissed cheeksteady breath you gave to me ;other lovers come and gobring comfort existentiallyenrapture second hand your touch and tone ,dupe this fool of body , calm the longing of my soul .When I wakereliving air conditioning’s dronesimple slap of rope thonged feetsteam of fresh tossed prawnsthat sunlit path through mangrove trees,why gift me this then turn to leavewhen my heart had found it’s home ?Here I liewrapped in tangled truth stained sheets ,your pillow crisp , each pleat completeas if you’d never been :my crescent moon in unguent seathe hand that fit too perfectly ;now all the future holds for methrough the untwined rope of eternityis my nightly game of hide and seekto catch you surfing through my dreams . .