The Echoes of a Dream

Deep within the realm of my slumber

Where the outside world cannot touch me,

I hear him call my name.

His voice is kind, soft.

It brushes against my skin

With tender lips.

The sound resounding from these lips

Transports me to the furthest of worlds

-in this realm of my slumber.

Kingdoms of fantasy envelop my skin.

Cocooning my body in a silken hammock

Breathing life’s sacred breath into me.

With his call; angelic and soft.

Speak to me again, say my name!

Who is this man

the one without a name?

What title would suit such a man?

A man whose lips are coarse

and demanding,

yet soft

Lips that burn with

unquenchable desire?

Why is it when I rise from slumber

His face

his voice

his tongue lingers haunting me.

Hours pass

since the dream has ended.

Lying in my chambers

I still feel his essence

upon my skin.

I’d awaken with the sense his hand

was still in mine

flesh to flesh.

Skin to skin.

Something would linger

Something I dare not name.

It’s like a ghostly echo of a dream in the room.

One night I dared to shut him out

But the feeling when I woke,

The empty

loneliness

clinging to my skin

Left me cold

and fevered.

Distressed with lack of rest

I cast out the day.

Where this time it was his name that spilled from my lips

And words of apologies

and tears poured like a surging sea

that stormed and churned within me.

His hand clasped mine and he smiled,

“Stay with me”

How could I deny him

a man whose words were soft enough for me to leave everything behind

and relish in the sins of my vice?

My lips mimicked his whispers,

stitching his language

with life.

They painted my skin,

Mixed their tincture in my blood,

and branded his name onto my heart.

I am an addict of this ecstasy -I cannot lose him!

Waxy tears rest against my skin of my palm.

Beside my post is an empty bottle with an X-ed out name.

I swallow the bitter tears

and down the rabbit hole I tumble

to join my mad hatter within the realm

in which I slumber.