It was only a dream

It hit me like sin wrapped in stardust, I became a fallen angel flung from the velvet halls of heaven into the clamor of a party I don’t recall. Only the moment your eyes caught me, and everything after slipped into silver static.

You gathered me like treasure, ushered me into your truck with hands that knew the weight of fragile things. The city blurred into streaks of crimson and gold, flickering lights like dying stars across my half-lidded gaze. I don’t remember the road. Just the sensation of floating. Of belonging to gravity and yet not.

At your door, I waited, bare, save for silk and intention. You entered. I offered myself wordlessly, a psalm dressed in lingerie, the music was Depeche Mode, dark, pulsing, ecclesiastical. It breathed around us like incense, low and devotional.

Somewhere between the breath and the spark, I tasted forever. You gave me something that night, a constellation crushed into dust, bitter, then sweet on my tongue, and the world slipped sideways into honeyed delirium.

We melted into breath light across the parlor’s hush, then drifted once more into the bed’s silken eclipse, where time liquefied and pooled between our bodies. I wanted you to possess me, to unravel me ribbon by ribbon, to trace ownership in the geography of my skin. To make me yours, wholly, entirely, with no name left but the one you gave me.

The walls blurred, the ceiling melted into stars, your voice became the sky I floated in low, rich, pulling constellations down to crown me.

I gave you everything. Not out of need, but devotion.

And still, I ask, was it real… or did I dream it all?

Sincerely Krystle Kelley

It was only a dream poem by, Krystle Kelley from the Swanlight Poetry Chronicles