Dreaming of K.

In that dream I’ve seen her lips touching me – kissing my arms.

My white arms – defenseless victims of her full red lips.

In that dream I’ve seen myself losing from myself,

enchanted by her soft skin in the morning light of Hell.

In that dream I’ve seen the dawn falling over my unconscious body,

murdered by the perfection of her perfectly planned seduction.

In that dream I’ve heard the pain of being loved by such a divine creature;

I’ve seen the hidden face of a human being who longs for what she cannot have or be.