Poems

Beneath The Dream

I close my eyes.

My heart aches as his arms wrap around my waist.

I shiver as his hair brushes my chin, his lips on my skin.

But beneath the dream, beneath this romantic fantasy,

beneath the sugar-coating,

is a dark reality.

A deep, dark lust that controls me,

forces me to think like this.

A virus in my mind,

it takes over my senses.

Whenever his gaze is on me,

whenever he says my name, 

the virus grows stronger.

Beneath the dream is a nightmare.