So softly you may not even realize they have been spoken, what they speak of, or even if you've only dreamt me drawing close, the soft sigh nothing more than a figment

giving you a thought that your sleeping mind may only remember in the barest sense...... like the chill of silk brushing across skin..... your cheek..... your ribs...... your thigh.....

so vague........ lips hallucinating movement to whisper sweet nothings, dreamscape's strobelight altering any memory, any chance of recollecting those murmured words

then there is the press of my body against the back of yours, comfort in spooned embrace....... a few quiet breaths as the energy we share mixes once more, each flux in chaos until the proper syntax is reached...... the waves parallel....... where soon the only difference may simply be a presence you once thought you felt, but it's no longer felt, no longer percieved as anything other than what wraps around you, dragging you further into slumber......

further into the darkness........ safe in my arms, you sink further into the pool of sleep, washed by those black waters, saturated by the ink pervading....staining... your dreams

what brushes stray hair from your forehead could be the gentlest of caring fingers, or talons that haven't been able to draw close enough yet

do I keep them at bay......... or simply hold you just out of reach, my feet firmly on the ground, your back clutched to my chest, strength of my arms holding yours pinned around you, teasing the nightmares that no longer wish to stay in the shadows.......