Nightmare

A free-form poem.

I feel your skin

Upon me, close to me;

Waves of heat bounce off my flesh;

Hands, strong and broad

Caress and hold me,

Enfold and embrace me;

I can feel myself melt into you;

You slip, then, ever so slightly,

Fade from touch;

I grasp at nothingness, at mist,

As I cry for your return;

And wake,

For it was only a dream,

And I am still alone.