Dreams

Here they come again:
The dreams slip in
Creeping,
     Slithering,
           Working their way in.

Their fingers pry open the doors
Of my mind
Icy cold,
     Bitterly cold,
           Like the most frigid rain.

But I know in my heart
That they don’t bring cold,
Freezing,
Frigid,
Thoughts to my mind.

But dreams of warmth—
A burning thought I’d rather not feel.

The thought of you
Your skin,
     Your flesh,
           Soft and smooth as petals of a white rose.

Your beauty invokes such emotions
Such ungodly passion,
     Forbidden desires,
           Empty earnings that flame my soul.

Like the sapphire glow of a flame,
Your touch burns,
     Enflames,
           Sears my skin until I could scream.

My heart races, my fingers clench,
Eyes closed,
     Lips agape,
           Though my voice can make no sound.

The warmth has passed,
All passion,
     Any love,
           All beauty was vanished entirely.

I do not need to open my eyes;
I know,
     I feel,
           I sense reality’s tug at my mind.

And I know the dream has passed
From me,
     Like a storm,
           Like all dreams,
                 Like all hopes, they do not last past the night.