Last night I dreamed of you (a poem)

Last night I dreamed of you.

Also, I dreamed of

torture and magic and

masochistic behaviours but

mostly of



Was it a nice dream?

That depends on one’s

liking for ropes and heat

and mazes of hearts

pierced by thorns.


Cupid is not kind –

he likes to play

and so do I

frolic with needles

and cry

between the blood

scented roses.


Who are you anyway?

And why are you

in my dreams?

I’m wondering down

your path and I’ve

never felt so



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