Selfish Lover

He slipped out of the room before dawn
while I lay in bed lost in a beautiful fog
clad in pure nakedness and vulnerability
caressing seductive thoughts and verses
and soft kisses linger in the gray shadows.

I do not know when or why he arrives
but his charm is irresistible; so are his stories.
He does not ask permission but forces his way
into the deepest crevices of the subconscious.
There, he finds the subliminal and forbidden
and then he invites me to dance with him.

A slow, dangerous tryst at the edges of madness
where a fierce desire conjures up words and metaphors.
They arrive on winged white horses in chaotic order
a blue fire ignites and burns. It burns long and slow.
And then it happens. A streak of light flashes through
and the words and songs fall in their rightful places.
He leaves as quietly and forcefully as he arrives.
I am left wanting more but the bliss of his love is brief
I don't even know him but is there reason to know?