My Dream

eventide has come slowly creeping . . . I watched the sunset . . . the streaks of scarlet fall now, I lay upon my bed in twilight it is draped in purple lush silk with pillows plumb ~ my skin is pale and pearlescent in the candlelight a touch of rose glows upon my cheeks and lips my long wavy hair crimped and shiny ~ I close my heavy eyes and hear the thrum of a guitar it is throbbing in my head then, I hear the howling of some wild beast or is it a moaning ? . . . ~ and a strong taste is in the air a tang I cannot quite identify an aroma not quite unpleasant to my senses ~ I feel I am not alone there is a feral presence in my room oh, is it some fierce creature come to kill me ? some raging brutal thing . . . I can hardly breathe . . . I am so afraid then, I feel a gentle hand upon my hair stroking and a whisper in my ear of ' great need' . . . ~my heart is raging in my chest and I am breathless and filled with desire I hear my groaning murmur . . . who are you? ~ . . . I am your dream ! __________________________ March 31, 2021 Poetry/Free Verse/my dream Copyright Protected, ID 03-1343-047-31 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 04/18/2021 Second Place