You

You were in my dream again, last night...

Youcame to me in the middle of the night...

You asked me to come out to the car to talk... just for one minute...

And I went...

Today at 2:49 AM

Sat down and talked... some of the things you had to say (I didn't like)... You felt bad about my reaction... so took your fore finger... and your thumb...

put it under my chin, just to slightly life my head

so I could see your face was serious

and you gave me kiss.... and with the other hand...

kept my head in place as if to tell me, "I wasn't going anywhere."

And I light touch of lips turned into savage ownership...

I got on top, wrapped my hand around your shoulders just below the neck... (and squeezed)

...ran my nails down the back of your neck ...

Everything came undone... I slid you into my soul and rode her spirit into oblivion...

Glisten dripping down your Scepter

As you drove your divine right onto your throne

to make one's heavenly muse moan

and reaffirm she was your queen...

Even called out with authority for her to scream her loyalty

and pledge allegiance to her king...

To moisten his trust with a gush of reassurance

to appeal to his mistrust and reconfirm, in truth, he is the one and only king...

And her loyalty to the throne will be the only purpose... that love will be the only war... the only 'thing'

That she would be his only day...

And he her only knight...

Drive harder into her right

Running his hands along the inside of her majesty

As if to trace out her beauty and capture the moment, with music in his hands

To strum on her soul the way he does guitar

Over the hills, rolling with shifting sands, into ecstasy far away...

Riding the epic wave, to the great beyond and back again...

Just to feel the feet lift off the ground...

As a melody of moans and endless music turn to epic roars andsacred sounds.

Tibetan bowls start to ring, echo long and aura in our ears

Chants of many languages, mantra, and low OM begin to hum

To the tune of a cosmic star... how I wonder what you are...

For a moment as the lost Queen locks eyes with a lost King

the connection unspoken, unwavering, unbreakable...

transcendent, pro·di·gious, prolific profound, prophetic, beautiful and pure despite its imperfections

and in an epic wonder at once realized they were bound

The leather seats slide across clammy, silk flesh and sing a melodic squeak-sound

As the Siren continued to lull her song and Cupids cup begins to leak...

Elixir washes over as if to baptize their bond without a single word, or even having to speak...

He asked her to sing his name again

"Give me strength like Sampson's hair"

"And sing your praises to me... moan them once again;"

As he tracedhisfingers down the frame of her spine

And lifted her off the ground again...

Didn't mind Ezekiel's wheel grinding into her back again

Or the fact that a friend turned lover to royalty

chose her over a court of other suitors and mutual friends

And who knew both the lost Queen and King would go to such end...

traveling through the ages and numerous incarnations

just to find themselves again in each other's arms...

riding the rage of the world, unafraid

ready to rule as they had back then...

Humid inhuman and human in kind

as she bows to her lover...

and takes communion from his cup

drinks his blood

takes his life,

as she bites the tip of his fingers, teeth pierce his skin till it bleeds and she drinks of his essence and vows to fulfill his needs...

and then the ringing in my left ear... silence...

you whisper that "I'm yours...always"

And I wake up...

Today at 2:59 AM

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