Enter The Sandman Poem by James McLain

Last night you were dreaming
Coming awake on silk sheets in a room
Strange and dark.

The only window here blew
In a cool breeze
On your nipples, they stood round full and out.

I was wearing
What you were wearing a pair of green
Transparent panties and nothing else as your face
Lay bare to all.

The only dim light in the room was starlight, filtering
in from a small high
window on the wall opposite the bed.

Like to many before
In a strange house like this I had been drinking.
Maybe this was your dream,
a strangely lucid dream where I checked on you
Every night.

The door through your moving eye's I opened
And closed, and there I was
I saw a pair of ruby red lips that were just
partly open without any hair nor
A mustache above the top lip that many I knew
Still have.

I kissed you once,
In the middle of your mouth
Opening
The door behind you
Your face was not a face I had ever
In dream's seen before.

Could you feel my hot breath on your neck as
I traced around
the outline of your now open lip's?

Would you remember after waking anything else
That had happened
I traced concentric circles,
That were spiraling closer, ever closer
Pushing at the corners and back.

The door swung open
Either way there was a little more light in the
Room now,
It could have maybe been a pre-dawn snow.

The soft tap on your knee
Caused your whole body to jerk and convulse
And I wondered what time it was
Was It time for me right before early dawn
to enter someone else's world maybe a
World of different dream's.