The Dream Walker Poem by John Duffy

**The Dream Walker**

Last night as you laid defenceless / at 4 am / seemingly enjoying your much-coveted sleep /


I stood silently watching / as Morpheus the Greek /


Lullibied you to his secretive realms / of so mentally exhilarating / soul-satisfying keeps /


I saw you / unconsciously toss and turn / to shake off that white sheet / to show you were nearly naked / underneath /


I saw all the red lights / of salacious yearnings / appear / so suddenly / and watched them burn / so damn vividly /

Beautifully /


Who was this / laid before me / shaking and turning / in her deep sleep /


That beautiful vision / who still appears / as Father Times old clocks / that he always carries / ticks and so relentlessly / beeps /


Was it you / that I saw / as all those crimson mists / swirled /


As I stood / summoned to silently wait / in that darkened room /


I watched your soft fingers / reach out / as you laid fumbling and murmuring /


Did you feel my sharp eyes / whisper pagan spells / to make you open yours / to look my way /


Did you hear them say /


All your dark fantasies / you unconsciously engage within / every day and night /


To me now / starting tonight / you need to confess /


As your secure mind / utters all the deeply hidden / secrets / it conscientiously keeps /


To compartmentalized away / all your carefully / much-worshipped sins /


Did you feel / my strong fingertips / running up and down / your curvaceous waist / and across those so succulent / red lips /


Demanding / a ravishing taste / of a resounding conquest / with you as the prize / of my night time quest /


I will visit again / tonight / and promise / I won't be too late /


Whispering / dark spells / as you once again sleep / when Morpheus the Greek revisits / and takes you literally / vigorously / and so rapturously deep /


Will you open your beautiful eyes / as my strong fingertips / once again / begin their journeys / to the heart of your yearnings /


As your innermost soul / begs for carnal release / from all of this life's / unwanted painful griefs /


Shall I call / like a now welcomed / and much adored / expected thief /


To claim you / forever / as you wilfully turn-over /


To then look me deeply / in my hypnotic dark eyes / and wantonly encircle / this very simple thought /


You're just a sinful soul / just like me / and always will be /

Despite all your much-heralded / and outspoken claims / you gloriously cling onto / and call them / your religious beliefs.


Copyright John Duffy