Sonho...sueno...reves

The end of the week, the day of 5th

A potent beverage and a laugh or two

My words and nod lead me and friend to series of rooms

A first, a new frontier awaits

We leave a hub and cross the street

follow a narrow lane to under arches

A transparent doorway appears hidden but beckons

Entry granted, key, band and card accepted

We make our way to the room of changes and suit down

Moving into a world beneath

Rooms of dark, of beds, of water of steam

We walk and circle, move in and out

I sit and chat and see him lie

Alone am I and he rouses

Two meet two

I rise, he follows

In a room less light energy moves

Lips, hands, skin, heat to heat

Never before has a touch sank so deep

A kiss been so soft

A caress so comforting

No boundries, walls or hesitations

Two souls in need and drinking deep

Marcus smiles, hugs and says goodbye for Cambridge

I walk into the light and wake until I am home