She stirred through his dreams
that danced between the hours
of lust and loneliness
and his heart beat chanted
the syllables of her name
setting his dead blood in motion
she spread like wild orchids
with vines tying him to a bed
made of tropical warmth
and human moisture
in the darkness of his room
under the sheets
of his empty bed
he could feel the heat
of her breath sliding
over his seeping skin
her image was painted
in the wet colors
of his desires dreaming
where she slithered
over his twisting body
that writhed in a restless sleep
lost in prayers of wanted sin
and the death for the hours
of his lust and loneliness