Panic Poem by Alexander Downie

I awoke last night consumed by panic, the reality of fervour terrified me, you were here!
I could feel your hair and its softness was familiar to me
Your breath was alarmingly warm against my belly
Your skin was hot against my thigh and sweat trickled a path to the sheets
Your breathing was in time with my own and you moved when I stirred
My body ached with the hardness of want and the closeness of you
I felt and fumbled blindly and still you were there.
I gasped senses shocked and dislocated, I was here and we were as one
I trembled your name and with it chased your spectre from my side
Are you such a sorceress that you come to me even out of sleep and curse my desire?
Am I to spend more days washed and dazed at the abstraction of you?
My heart is confused and wounded like no other
If we are not meant to be as one why is this so?
The answer must be bewildered in us