O to be a dream
Never disappointing
Because you are never what you seem
Imagined as the most wondrous
A tempest of delight
To spin and twirl
In your lover’s mind
Each and every night

A knight if she supposes
Polite in all the docile poses
Ever equipped with roses
Protecting her maidenhood anew
All these things and more
Each night as she dreams of you
As the plot continues- the night wanes to dawn

She moves to kiss nocturnal wish
And the clamor rages on
It’s 6 o’clock
The sun is up
And the man of her dreams is gone
Not far it seems- but down the hall
To let the dogs out on the lawn

He knelt beside his lover
And watched her quietly
With the softest of touches he brought finger tip to skin
Gently above the surface but close enough to feel her beauty
Slowly etching each contour and feature of her face
Her lips require special care
For sometimes his own lips are there
Her neck is slightly cool
Near her heart but far enough
To feel the chill of the nighttime air
He traces her shoulder and his breath disturbs her hair
With the faintest of hesitations he moves in and down
Caressing her breast without making a sound
He slowly smiles and deeply breathes in
And he found what he anticipated
The wound he left is cold and coagulated
In the moonlight his face betrays emaciation
His hunger ate the love
And in that single fit of rage he pierced his purest dove