She woke me in a different room. Walls
painted red, small circles of pearlized light
reflected by strands of shells.
We said nothing. I saw her face for a moment, before
all seams of the universe neatly
converged between her thighs. Sweet succubus
pheromones crossing the silence in
kaleidoscopes of jasmine and lavender.
Zeus once turned into a swan to love a woman
and changed the fate of Troy.
Are there forces that use dreams
to satisfy their thirst for love, their need for company…
or is it maybe our needs that
wills them through the darkened conduit?
Perhaps my mother knew.
For now, back in my room, there is only the early morning scent
of jasmine and lavender still stirring inside me.
DQ 08/18/08
