I dreamed of you last night.
Really strange. I don't dream.
Not ever.

Your face was pressed
Against my breast.
And you cried.
Really cried.
Hot tears.

Your shame was great.
Real men don't cry.
You clung and wept.
I kissed your brow.

When pain is grave.
Real men do cry.
Freely.
Without shame.
To share their agony.
And their love.

My need was great.
To set you free.
I took your pain.
Inside of me.
Time and space.
Suspended.
I exorcised your Demons.

Reducing your wanton torment,
To a million smithereens.
It left by way of my fingertips.
Your pain.
I felt it go.
The sobs that racked your soul
Were suddenly voiceless.

Spent and calm
you slept.
I tried to move.
Your grip was fierce.
Laying still,
I played with shadows
On the ceiling,
Till dawn.

The day was calm.
We barely spoke
There was no need.

~~ by