the man in the dark

did you have the breathtakingly beautiful opportunity to witness the sunrise this morning? i did.

calmly pounding, skin aflutter,

the man in the dark is whispering.

tingling ends, his soft sighs,

the scent of mouthwash and giggling and twitching.

i beam as he snores softly.

no end to him, no start to i,

the man in the dark promises

to adore me,

pulls me closer,

kisses my nose.

no face to match this painting voice,

i believe he is only a dream.

but i don't care, he is so warm.

alone the morning trickles in, dazed muscles floating,

a clear mind and swelling heart

hoping

that i may meet the man in the dark

again some day.

"dizzy wake, perfect night,

sun through window, warming light.

was she a dream? ask half asleep,

if yes, let me start counting sheep.

to run and swim, through waters bright hand in hand,

with her tonight"