Fool me once...Shame on you.

He placed her as narcissus on futon
a slithering sexpot coated in vowels
moaned sonnets into her
infused songs of love and lust into her hair
she dreamt of him for hours
after turkish cigarette smoke soothed her aching arms and hips from holding on like lichen to his frame
he fed her promisses unfulfilled intravenously
left her sorry form bleeding out desire
 for his worldly words and flashy eyes that sell doughnuts in dreamtown
she reaches out for him sometimes
although she will never own this somnambulist love affair
she thinks he can silence the raging cacophony inside, she sighs:
In dreams, I walk with you
In dreams, I talk to you.
In dreams you're mine, for all time.
Together, in dreams, in dreams...