broken dreams

how many beds built with broken promises have i slept in,
cheap wooden posts barely holding frame together?
how many words torn to shreds
spread themselves as splattered-red designs on white sheets?
how many eyes, love beaming as truth,
have fallen into a mystic pillow
a deep inferno of sleep
withered with unicorn dreams?
How many times can i be killed before i finally die to my own dreams?

in dreams

in a dream
you demanded my gaze
held it within yours
hours, days, weeks
your hands on my face
mine holding you close
blue eyes, green eyes
both crying
lips smiling
cementing into a nude statue
tightly wound
unwilling to separate

an alarm sounds
snooze slammed
please don’t go
can i wish you back to me
to continue
in a dream