she is a dream that wakes you up desperate to return to sleep

so as to feel her again, so as to be lured in irrevocably deep

she is as a dragon is when unconscious on the ground

harmless in speculation, not moving, just a heaping mound

stay wary lest she strike with her closed jaws that ache to bite

you will bleed then thank her lavishly with the foundations of your might

for even sparing you the smallest slice of pain from her sculptured lips

for even giving you the privilege of her attention in small strips

she is my dream, she is my glory, it is my spirit she has caught

and i will always be naught but her ever fleeting thought