Half-Awake in Love's Dream: A Poem

Love's not a symphony, precise and grand,

No soaring notes, each movement planned.

It's not a lecture, clear and bright,

But whispered secrets in the fading light.

Love's heart, a dreamlike haze, a swirling mist,

Where boundaries blur, and logic is dismissed.

It lulls defenses, soft and slow,

Leaving vulnerabilities exposed, you know.

Your voice, a murmur, soft and warm,

A lullaby against the coming storm.

My senses dulled, a gentle weight,

Sinking deeper in this love-soaked state.

We move as shadows, half-awake,

Lost in a dreamscape, no words to take.

Intuition whispers, a silent guide,

Through moonlit pathways, where feelings reside.

Brushes of skin, a fleeting touch,

Electricity sparking, oh so much.

Inhibitions fade, like morning dew,

Replaced by desires, whispered and new.

Kisses like dreams, hazy and sweet,

A tangled mess, where senses meet.

Time melts away, a formless tide,

Lost in your warmth, where nothing can hide.

Words spoken softly, slurred and slow,

Meaning suspended, emotions flow.

Unconscious desires, whispered low,

Secrets shared, in this sleepy glow.

The world around us, dimmed and vast,

A distant echo, fading fast.

Lost in the moment, a dreamy daze,

Boundaries blurring in love's sweet maze.

Moans escape, a drowsy sound,

As pleasure builds, on love-soaked ground.

The line between dream and reality frayed,

In this half-conscious state, a love parade.

The climax crashes, a wave of light,

Leaving us breathless, bathed in moonlight.

Exhaustion settles, a peaceful sigh,

Contentment lingers, in your sleepy eye.

Limbs entwined, a gentle hold,

A memory etched, a story untold.

Love's aftermath, a dreamlike trace,

A lingering feeling, warm on the face.

The morning light, a harsh intrusion,

Shattering the dream, a sweet illusion.

But in the waking world, a spark remains,

A half-conscious echo of love's sweet strains.

This love, a whispered memory's hold,

A dreamlike encounter, brave and bold.

For love can linger, in the hazy space,

A half-conscious dance, a tender embrace.