My mythical creature

 Give me your tongue,

eat my dreams while I sleep.

Craft them into cathedrals and and gardens for me to wander, come daylight.

Spread your white downy feathers over me

till I am cocooned in a finally safe slumber.

Press your heart against mine

and say nothing

but breath me back into natural rhythm

after this terrifying madness,

this nightmare I have had.

Guard me like treasure.

Oh love, tell the Sirens I surrender.

Tell them I am resigned to be lost at sea.

That my vessel isn't strong enough to endure another blow

from the brocade of rocks that await me with their incessant calls.

I will sleep so softly then,

my mythical creature standing by.

I will awake and say excitedly, oh love, have you read about the

cosmic nebula?  They say it is the most beautiful thing in the universe.

Oh  love, how it reminded me of you when I heard it!

I will press my own heart when I realize you are not there.

That you were only a  dream, a story I imagined and there is no one to tell all this beauty after all.