and in
his eyes tonight
you will lie
but he doesn't
see you.
under the
cover of night
I am the
lightening strike
just outside
your window.
and the
muscle twitch
between your
thighs
that is me
as well.
in these
fairy tale dreams
of us.
and the rubies
I could
give you,
for you
to hang
around your
neck,
and the
whispers I
could share
with you,
before the
night expires
to the light.
and you would
taste of me
and me
of you
everywhere.
and though
death beckons
me in
these days,
I am far
richer for
having these
dreams at least
once.
and not
die the
pauper in
God's eyes.