It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

She comes to me

in dreams.

Whether I wake or sleep,

she haunts my mind.

Black hair flows

like the soundless ocean,

tossing and turning above me.

I drown in it,

in her,

soaking her in,

gasping for air.

She has the power to kill

and to resurrect

all in one, soft touch

of her lips.

She is mine

and I am hers,

yet she is so far out of my reach

that my arms grow weary

and ache

from constantly reaching for her.

I writhe in sweet agony

at the thought of her,

fingers exploring the darkest parts,

pressing the sweetest of buttons,

bringing me to that perfect release.

Perfect but one thing:

she stays only in my dreams.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Dreams,” brought to us, as always, by the incomparable Sweltering Celt. Make sure you check out her blog and the other MfM submissions.