flesh
as if this flesh could be touched
veiled by silky gossamer
spared from the graze of a mere mortal

touch
as if this touch could become grasp
and in the blink of an eye
the tables are turned

yield
as though unwilling but
a shy advance is met
by an excited welcome

entwined
swaddled and caressed
scratched and scraped
in the searing heat

deserted
for it was naught but a dream
but one still remains sanguine
by the sight of such flesh