He entered my dreams and took charge of my sleep - why now after 20 years, I do not know. He came into my subconscious. He was tender and sweet. The night was his and the day was mine to do with as I pleased.
Then suddenly, out of the blue, we met.
He is no longer content being my dream. He came to me one more time in my sleep but he could no longer make love to me.
Now the night is mine and the day is his.
He lives in my conscious; he invades my every waking thought; he resides in every part of me.
He ignores me; there is no tenderness in his tone.
