roses edged in gold creep slowly up the black ivory banister leading to your room. melted red wax pooled at the base of each candle i laid around your head. drifting slowly through the air in milky streaks, the scent of honey twisted down the stairs and laid its lips upon my face. you're eyes like fluttering doves at dawns rise. i could see you before i even had this dream. you're nimbus of light still warm in my hands as i spun myself with grace towards you. brushing open the gauzy white drapes that enclosed your bed. the candles burned low like warm little stars. the black coils of your hair cascaded in silken waves over the pillows, framing your pale, placid face. i wanted to reach out and touch you, but instead i knelt beside you. your mouth quivered, pink. you awoke; my alabaster reverie
& just as in my dreams before this,
you closed your porcelain hands around my neck
and delicately choked me to sleep.