Look how her body curves gently across

After Fuseli's 'The Nightmare'

Look how her body curves gently across
the bed! The white of her exposed neckline,
the way the nightmare sits. I put my feet
on the thin fabric that is stretched across

her belly. In her mouth I am wandering
like a spoken dream, her sleepy rounded thigh
is barely veiled. In the dark I hide, I rein
my will in pursuit of her. She is open

in her posture, above her sex and center
of gravity I put my weight. She dreams
of something, silence of night has disclosed

her to me in an image. Now I can sense
her warm breath, her sleepy movement and
haunt the unconscious she is imagining.