I find myself waking from dreams
of which I have no rememberance.

deep beneath the earth
like the gleam of buried gold
threads of movements taken
gathered like skeins of undyed silk
in hands which are not my own.

my mind follows the dance of the elements
as my body follows the dances of lust
the mirror before me the eye of a stranger
the portal to a world of which
there is no mortal imagining...

The nightmare of the sleeper awakened
to the taste of blood and sex.

fever-dreams with sharpened fangs
tear at the rags of my mind
delirium glitters and gaily laughing
drags me chained into the darkness
of the space behind my eyes;
waking, I feel the dreams on my skin
and the flesh between my teeth.

I seek the dark sleep and leave
the world to the demons and the drakes.