In the dream
you are naked, pallid
on pale sheet, powerless
and sleep-dead and something's
come to grieve;
sprung from a hitch
beneath your breath,
it winds, insistent shroud-
pressure forces
your thighs, parts a passage
to other worlds and resistance
sticks in your throat
stops the shriek
and then it speaks, says
what you want to hear in your
own voice, slides familar arms
about your waist
and they were never so tight,
never so wrong and you
close your eyes-
feel a need
a greedy suckle at your neck
and you think of high school,
of backseats and blow jobs
and now it thrusts,
presses fear into flame and
you smell cigarettes and popcorn
and your daddy's after shave-
a slick tongue
wraps with yours and pulls,
sucks out secrets like a lover
never did and at once
you taste your
first cock and your first Jack
and every flavor you had forgotten
fills your mouth until regret
spills down your chin
and still it pushes,
strokes that shatter your spine,
nail flesh to fantasy and
now you know,
this is how you want it,
this is how it should have been;
relentless, revered,
rushing up
from the dead spot like revelation-
it splits your seared throat
and you scream
the great primal howl
fuck me, fuck me like it never
meant anything and so it does;
snaking under your skin,
piercing your bones
and it licks the inside of your mind,
feeds on what lies hidden
eats questions you could never ask
and spits the answers
behind your eyes; they gather
in the corners, muddy puddles of doubt
and disregard and when you wake
you'll rub them
and wonder why you can't remember
what it is you can't forget.
