of my dreams

you come to me in vivid nightmares

always seductively sweaty sweet smelling

your body molten molded aching open asking

but then always that twist of knife in my backside

just as I push to enter your urgent petaled pulling tomb

you disappear vanish dissolve fade away

leaving me panting wishing still hard ready

tangled under heavy blanketed sheets abandoned

plunging at your specter turned stiff starched entanglements

that do not yield envelope provide the soft resistance of my dreams