In dreams I find dear, your temperature is nothing but warm
an escape to a realm, a fantasy of joy and exploration.
I hold you close, never to let go of your grasp so firm
yet you vanish, your presence temporary imagination.
I want chocolate cake, as if I want desert more than your body
a chance to break free, an opportunity to bid farewell.
Not angel cake, but bitter and dry chocolate that is somewhat sloppy
to clean myself, like a bathing animal but falling down a stairwell.
I can only dream, clutter and nonsense like a mental disorder
and then I crave you, more than cake and more than desire itself.
I want to escape, travel inside my brain and cross the border
insanity my destiny, the want to find you within myself.
Stability is lost, I now know this more than I imagine
yet dragons breathe fire, and you again leave on a wagon.