By Gala
Date: 16 October 2000
Night Terrors, Explained
When the night is not velvet soft,
and the music has clicked off
you wake with a start
and do not know where you are
when---
and your tender heart
is Bonnie Blue Butler
screaming for comfort
and light
Your pillow is soaked with tears
and your skin is clammy cold
and the arms you love
are the only possible fetish
to warn off the demon
chuckling beneath your bed.
These are night terrors
my dear, my darling one---
and you should know
that since you stepped into my life
I don't get them much anymore.
Let me hold you
when they come your way,
hold me close and tight---
no hush---
no monsters on my watch
no dearest.
They have to come through me---
and that I will never allow.
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