Even without background knowledge, I hope you like it 
THE SLEEPING WOMAN
A woman slumbers in soft silken sheets of white
curled beneath the branches of a weeping willow
resting her head on a pillow of hair
her bare skin caressed by a gentle breeze
carrying the scent of spring rain
She sleeps, an unknowing prisoner
trapped behind walls of my own creation
caged in fear of her power and her hunger
living only to sleep but not to wake
fooled into thinking there is no outside world.
Only in dreams do we meet, facing one another
wanting to touch, to blend, to become one
stopped by the presence of my own insecurities
blocked by the power of fear and dread
hindered from completion by weakness and guilt
She looks at me with green eyes flashing fire
daring me to open myself up to her flame
knowing I need her bold undaunted spirit
tasting my fear of her provocative nature
undeterred by the chasm gaping between us
Thus, we will continue in forced separation
until the day one comes to bridge the gap
heal the wound that has kept us apart
mend the rift between mind, heart, and soul
to bind us back as one creation
