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