Figment

I lay within my lover’s arms
attending the steady heart beat
held tight against the midnight storm
of nightmares 
and drooling beasts.
A gentle hand does caress
pulling sheets close
a summer breeze
dancing over bare skin
as he tilts my head to kiss.
I see the love that shimmers there
I feel it in how he speaks
the low rumble of his voice 
within my chest
making me complete.
With eastern sky beginning to pink
I struggle to stay awake
but sleep does pull 
and eyes do close 
assured that I am safe. 
I stretch my limbs 
contented sigh
hand reaching out to feel…..
cold space is all I find
as you are nothing…..
A figment
a dream slipping
a fantasy 
a man unfound
except 
within the imaginings  of my mind.
 
January 31/19