Scent of Man

In my dreaming, he moves like a dark jungle cat
fluidly stalking my heart as my body slumbers.
So very open to his embrace,my soul lays bare.

My loins stir, in a pooling ache of longing
My Rigid stalk reaches for the moon.
Move into the Dance with me my lover whispers

Taunt sinews pull upon my heart
the quiver close at hand, so many arrows spent.
Trace across the heavens, varied in their course.
Man to Man, warriors, lovers, sons and husbands
Moving to complete themselves as whole.
To join their bodies. Souls merging so completely. 

I meet my lover there, my dark avatar
I taste his kiss, loose my self in his embrace.
And awaken in the dawning to the lingering scent of Man.