Impetuous Dreams

My slumber’s aim to torture once again perfection against the sobering dankness I reside,

As beads of sweat speckle my brow,

I toss restless wrought with fanciful trance.

I see you there,

Feel your gaze,

Burning through my core.

Spectres of an idea.

A ridiculous notion.

I mean really.

Surely love could never take my oxygen,

As I remember the air around me filling with your scent and im thrown back there.

A solstice morn from a long forgotten year,

Your eyes, scorching through the mist of daybreak.

Your voice, a devilish whisper

Echoes through the Moors like a warm thunder.

The memory tempests through me like a hurricane.

I am immobile from emotion,

Suffocating, choked with reflection.

My solace is in believing it was farce,

Just pretty words knit with intent.

But here I am,

And here you are,

Again.

Lets slumber,

For here,

We are we.