steamrollered
i lie still as a
corpse on this
lonely cold
bed made for one with this heart
made for only you
knowing you
cannot understand
how this mad
sudden love
was birthed from the dust of dreams
thought long laid to rest

now risen
slowdancing behind
shuttered eyes
as the mind
cries for sleep but the body
craves the heat of skin
on absent
skin you long to touch
taste and tease
as every
neuron fires a salvo of
lazarus desire

unlike you
i don't agonize
over this
glorious
answer to an ancient prayer
it is meant to be
i too long
to explore all your
mysteries
awaiting
to touch you inside and out
with my lust and love

but tonight
exhausted beyond
anything
other than
sleep pray if you should visit
you tiptoe gently

through my dreams