Nightmares

Velvet soft skin sliding across silk sheets,
Cold caresses from lovers long dead
Desires boil blood in passions heat.

Hair tosses. Head turns.

Ever on the edge of waking, Always sinking back to sleep.

Faery Masqueraaes and glittery parties.
Finest people danceing to a rock'n'roll death march.
Satin ball gowns reveal more than a Victorian should.

Silk flies to the floor.

Ever on the edge of waking, Always sinking back to sleep.

Running through an empty garden,
His laughter follows the paths of the maze.
Tattered fears claw their out of her throat.

Sleeping eyes open wide.

Ever on the edge of waking, Always sinking back to sleep.

Cornered in darkness amongst green grow things.
Desiring death's touch. Thorns rippling the skin.
Pain and desire mix a sensual gin.