Prophesy

It was bliss before the dream descended:
trips to New Orleans, new sensations,
someone to share smiles and tears
and yes, even the sunrise that followed
for a change!
It became clear to me that love
truly exists
beyond random neurological firings
and the chemical bubblings of hormones.
It has meaning and purpose.
It is infinite--the alpha and omega.
We were one once and found our ways
back to each other
over and over.
It would always be so.
Our tastes are exactly the same.
We share one astrological sign,
even on the Chinese calender.
We are both extremists in several aspects
of our personalities,
but my right is her left
and vice versa.
I had an alternate self who
bore her name
as I grew up.
The stand-in disappeared
when the real Donna
took her place.

Yes, it was all bliss for one solid year,
but then the dream descended.
In a few short seconds
of a single night
I was served the next five years
of our life together:
We entered a great hall for a party
of sorts.
She soon disappeared and left me alone.
I questioned everyone as to her whereabouts,
but while their words claimed ignorance,
there was knowledge and pity in their eyes.
And they all stared at the
same closed door while we spoke.
As I finally approached it,
having explored everywhere else,
I noticed a placard at eye-level.
It read, "DRUG ROOM".
Two words echoed and ricocheted through my mind,
eluding my frantic and futile chase
to catch and destroy them.
I touched the brass knob
and gave it a click,
then shouldered the door ajar.
Sounds like I heard from
my mother's bedroom
when I was a kid
permeated what was then left
of my innocence.
Heart pounding,
I entered the room,
placard in hand,
searching desperately for a
logical explanation.
I saw enormous white linen
surrounding a mass of people,
cloaking them from view.
The flicker of candles
backlit their promiscuous activities.
I witnessed an orgy of shadows.
As I backed away to leave the scene,
my eye was caught by the glimmer of silver
just above the great sheet.
It was her pinky ring and her right hand
that helped to suspend the screen!
I stumbled backward into the hall
and pulled the door to,
stunned.
I lifted the placard I had taken,
to replace it, but
found another one where it had been.   
The sign that was previously hidden
read, "SEX ROOM".

It was all bliss before the dream descended.
Then, she systematically made it materialize.
Troubles sprang from nothingness.
I thought at first it was drugs,
...until I remembered the dream
and delved deeper into her behavior.
Now I know she is a sex addict.
Here I stand, alone,
with a closed door between us.
I have nothing to show for the past six years
but what I can hold in my hand.
The worst part is that
this time, try as I might,
I can't seem to pinch myself awake.