ROMEO

Through the portal of recurring dream you return
with bizarre temptations that disturb equilibrium
and banish all hope of restful slumber: the wee hours robbed
of the self-control that checks an inner tempest.

Now resolve is vanquished and wild yearnings plague
body and mind. It's a kind of insanity
that ushers in addiction, where fantasy takes flight
like a ravenous vampire, quitting only at the rising of the sun.

Fractured Utopia haunts waking moments.
While you stand heroic in retrospect, I lay
breathless in dishevelled bed and psychic knots,
mesmerised by the after-image of sheer perfection.

A Shakespearian Tragedy, almost:
Romeo's touch from beyond the restless grave -
overpowering, intensely erotic - yet painfully unfulfilled.
Poor Juliet...