Disclaimer: I don't own the Sandman title or characters, those belong to Neil Gaiman and DC comics.
THE DEATH OF MORPHEUS
I close my eyes and wait
To feel the press
Of his cold, moist lips
Against my skin.
I open up the doors
Of my uninhibited mind
And eagerly welcome
My dream-lover in.
My limbs become tangled
In my sweat-stained sheets
As I reach for my lover
Who is unapologetically heartless.
His hair is a jungle;
His flesh is like stone.
His eyes are two pools
Of impenetrable darkness.
He comes to me nightly,
Invades my mind
And grants me glorious visions
Of passionate endeavors.
He always seems at a distance,
Removed from the scene,
But somehow this reserve
Only heightens my pleasure.
But tonight as I sleep
And yearn for his presence,
And call for him to join me
Here in my bed,
He heeds not my cries
And I am rewarded
With nothing but emptiness
And frustration instead.
Where is my lover,
My weaver of dreams,
The one who could set
My heart to beating?
Has he abandoned me now,
Leaving my body to ache
With the knowledge that his touch
Was painfully fleeting?
Night after night
I await his return,
Hoping he'll bless me
With his kiss once again.
But he never comes,
And I'll have to accept
That my dream-time affair
Has come to an end.
