We all dream of someone, <br />Doing something to us. <br />Whether it is painful <br />Or completely pleasurable, <br />The subconscious decides. <br />And into me or out of me, <br />Something flows slowly, <br />Drifting between states <br />Of semi or hemi awareness. <br />One comes to me often, <br />Every time, every night. <br />There are hands, and a mouth <br />But never a face, not once.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/r-e-m-4/
