Midnight Phantom

(painting by Egon Schiele - The Embrace)

His kiss I felt was hot yet cold
I begged for him, on me to hold
his eyes, his lips I can't define
How can I own what is not mine

His face I see but vaguely still
Beneath the mist I can almost feel
his body on mine, so gentle yet so strong
it must be right, yet this is wrong

The hunger he feels to take what is due
I finally saw it on a different view
I let him in, though I know it's a sin
to quench this thirst that I have from within

My breath he took while I was torn
my wrists he locked on his hands alone
I could not move, I could not speak
his power on me has made me weak

As I held him tight while he consumes me more
our world rocks forth in rhythmic lore
his figure I savor, his spirit I embrace
I was carried off to a different place

And when our rendezvous was over and done
my midnight companion, alas! He was gone.
never to be seen as I was cursed by the night
My dream has ended at the first ray of light.