Mastery
The first dream morning brought, on honeymoon
To start his life together, he smiled, yawned,
And stretched, and then he moved himself to spoon
Against that back and hips. It slowly dawned
Inside his brain that he could grin and keep
This first dream secret. He was not required
By vows to tell those ears. Simple sleep
Could just go on while his new self admired
The beauty in his arms. No need to tell
All thoughts and dreams. What mystery he held
Would deepen for them both and make a spell
That he could break some later time to meld
Them closer at his choosing. He would pluck
The moment. Now he’d make those two lips suck.