Dreams

Do you think about it as often as I do?
Are the thoughts that creep into my mind at night
The deadly spies that you send forward to attack me,
To fill my head with images of you and how you were,
To fill my mouth with the elegant taste of your skin,
Or the warmth of your hands around me?
Are those thoughts sent forth from your sleepy lips
To ingrain into me the idea of how you fit against me
So effortlessly, so completely....
Or are they there to remind me of how your fingers
Dug into me, pulling me closer to you
As you swallowed me whole and as I was,
Wrapped in nervousness and excitement and alcohol
But yours in some innocent way?
Does the thought cross your mind late at night too?
Right before you go to bed and settle into your dreams,
When the night is just quiet enough and the bed is cold enough,
Wen you're reaching across for a hand to hold
And pull it across you to shield your dreams?
Is this your doing? Please tell me it is...
Tell me you're pushing into me the thoughts of paradise
And it's not my own sick sense of masochism
That brings to me memories that were better than reality,
Fantasies soaked in the perfume of expectations...
Tell me these thoughts are yours and bleed into my dreams
Because otherwise.... I might be hooked on your games.