As the conversation slides
into naked silence
swollen memories
throb within her mind

stripped of feeling
she is compelled to dance
one ghostly sacrament
before granting
her velvet promise

later
alone
lost in empty benediction
she washes away
the aftertaste
to heal her soul

before Morpheus
weaves
his golden fantasies
silky
soft
delicious
in the hazy shadows of sleep

where
like a delicate spider
on the surface of a pool
her mind
hovering in placid desire
forgets
tomorrow's void