an imagined silhouette

 as i lay and wondered...my hand the perfect point did find,

a gentle brushing kiss of fingertip 

the path to further travel be defined.

across the room i imagined a silhouette,

a shadow cast by lamplight

a lover pictured, the brushing of my fingertip did beget.

and closing my eyes, my breath did know to catch

a fantasy most fantastic, the moment did snatch...

in slumberland to fall

content to heed sleeps call

for there, perchance, it be not my fingertip that kiss

every part of me , making dreamland a visit full of bliss.

goodnight.

RB.