touched me in my sleep

I knew it was you
who touched me in my sleep

you pinched my nerve
like you would my cheek
and pressed
a tumor of sorts

I could not wake
but the first stroke
was felt
right side numb
left without consciousness

what harsh gropes
hands make in the dark

in complete admiration
you fondled
an attempt to express
affection in its sincerity
instead succeeded to
infection in its vulgarity

and slumber could not cure me