En la noche

At night when I dream you come to me.
Stranger.
Draw me in like a deep breath.
I let out a sigh.
A misty spray amidst a gasp
and the softest touch
of your liquid eyes
that beg, question, forgive
all in a moment while I breathe fire.
Douse me with fuel and watch while I burn.
Writhe and twist and toss and turn.
In pain or passion I cannot tell.
The muses dance while you play violins.
Soft and slow, slow and steady.
Your golden tendrils on my neck.
We stare so long and then I blink.
To find you gone.
The dancing shimmer of a distant light
glaring at me through the window.
That's all that's left,
and yet your scent lingers in my hair
and I still hear the music play.
I close my eyes to dream again.