Last night I felt you
Without knowing who or where you are,
whether we’ve met or if you’ve been with me my whole life.

You invaded my subconscious slowly,
creeping in from the edges like an ink spill
and obscuring any dream fragments remaining in my mind.

You came all over me, inside and out,
your thoughts and convictions, your past and our future.
I trembled and engulfed you,
wanting all of you inside of me so we would never be apart.

I woke confused, thinking the pillow was covered by sweat and semen;
in reality it was soaked with my tears.
My body continued to shake and
my mind and hands grasped out in the dark for your comfort.

But I was alone.

The man next to me slept soundly within the security of his denial,
where he gives me everything he thinks I want except my freedom.
I rolled over and settled in again, the stale air punctuated by my quiet sobs.

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