Dream

When she wakes at three a.m,
she is shocked to slowly recall
that what she felt
is him, inside her again.
Straddling the bedclothes she tries to shake
the memory of this soiled combat.
No lover past for her
this opponent, face set
always out of control.
Yet she understands what he is,
the tyrant that steals her nights
relishing the touch of the illicit,
and somehow triumphant
in her faint self control.