I dreamt of you again last night
you seem to be invading my dreams
more often than not these days
At first, I was angry
how dare you break into my head
my inner sanctum
in my most vulnerable state
after you tore apart my heart
with your bare hands
But, I began to grow accustom to seeing you there
meeting you in my dreamscape
your golden eyes, highlighted by the beams of the sun
your dark hair, begging to be touched
your fingers interlaced with mine
my hand feeling small, vulnerable in yours
Night after night
eyes closed
willing you to penetrate my phantasm
begging, pleading
to get that glimpse of you
to feel your body heat radiating
next to mine
Sleep is the only time I see you.
For now, we are lovers...
only in my dreams.
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