Dressed In Silk and Broken Dreams

Vitriol and darkly circumspect, These desires they know no bounds. Tender prey and inviting eyes- I spare no expense in this cold lover’s stare. Awaken some deeply buried sense of entitlement When I tell you that I asked the spirits for you to arrive. There is a part of your desire that fills me with doubt; All dressed in silk and broken dreams Calling my name in your fitful sleep. Your words fall like memories in some vague translation Of original thought into this cheap rendition. Pull me close and whisper those precious lies- You know the ones I’ve been trained to imbibe. I hear my name spoken in the darkness As you open the door and stroll towards the bed where I lie. I am almost afraid until it comes to the forefront of my mind- That you are the victim restrained by your own pride.