Pellucid soul for an equally pure girl, as for her leech lover, not so much.
Soft for your ears.
The world is SILENT
Impossible,
Anecdotes only imagination has the right to stir up
Total control in lucidity
Stories and overly-perfect situations
Whisping left and right,
these thoughts and images
climb on invisible steps of air
grasping at the clear surfacing clouds
above your head... a dream
You're on an distant iceberg battling a drunk dragon
with a toothpick in a hailstorm
And the dragon says to you in a Korean dialect
"Girl, it's all about the bend-n-snap"
and I lay here awake
Asleep, you take a breath
Quiet
Something soft to lay your head on
And let loose your transforming hair
Spread like a fifty-two pick up deck
on your pillow
I am lost in this beauty
Lower me under.
I beg daily, but never have the privilege
Of acting upon saying
Let me in lower to be lifted
repeatedly
As frequently as I admire your chastity
Your water clearer than
the blue breeze it
grazes and turns cold
You breathe on my shoulder
asleep in your slumber,
you lower me under
In day you grow old
Yet asleep you fall younger.
Your struggles and stress
Fade away in this peace
I admire your freedom
away in some dream
As for me,
I have no stories to create for myself
Not a past, present, or future
I could ask for
to replace the one that lies here
my motionless adventure
no reason to close my eyes
As what I want is settled
right before me.
In a soft mess of love
I become one with the curls of your hair
We together make twenty fingernails
I
I am the perfected brow above your
closed eyes
And, I might try
to kiss our lips
But with that, only succeed in
tempting myself entrance to an unguarded temple
Down more
It would be my pleasure, if pleasure is what I was after
But with forced reflection
Yes, now I remember
We're one in a way not physical
But impossible!
yet possible, and attainable
for one with impossible and endless
outlets of happiness other than sin
But, how is it sin if you're dreaming of me?
And I pull you in closer in robbery
Conscience: Reflection remember?
Fine,
Exit temptation, you're needed no longer
As I stir upon this broken record lesson
You stir, literally, and I fall back to silence
I retreat my hand from your body
As you silently dream
I stare in desire
With your head soft on this pillow
soft on this bed
Us, one as two
Love is not lost here
And it is more clear than your chastity
That your true love lies asleep
Here at your bedside,
But also there in your dream.
At least that's what I hope and wish for
Not for the fake love I daily insist for
But
Who would know you dream of gay fighting dragons.
The faintest light of sun appears on another day of
Us
---
Baby, wake up! And make me some breakfast
You know I only like it when you make it
I had a weird dream last night...
...
...
Of course it was about you!
What else?
Yeah, that's what I thought!
babe...
...
...
Why is my shirt off?
The world is SILENT
Impossible,
Anecdotes only imagination has the right to stir up
Total control in lucidity
Stories and overly-perfect situations
Whisping left and right,
these thoughts and images
climb on invisible steps of air
grasping at the clear surfacing clouds
above your head... a dream
You're on an distant iceberg battling a drunk dragon
with a toothpick in a hailstorm
And the dragon says to you in a Korean dialect
"Girl, it's all about the bend-n-snap"
and I lay here awake
Asleep, you take a breath
Quiet
Something soft to lay your head on
And let loose your transforming hair
Spread like a fifty-two pick up deck
on your pillow
I am lost in this beauty
Lower me under.
I beg daily, but never have the privilege
Of acting upon saying
Let me in lower to be lifted
repeatedly
As frequently as I admire your chastity
Your water clearer than
the blue breeze it
grazes and turns cold
You breathe on my shoulder
asleep in your slumber,
you lower me under
In day you grow old
Yet asleep you fall younger.
Your struggles and stress
Fade away in this peace
I admire your freedom
away in some dream
As for me,
I have no stories to create for myself
Not a past, present, or future
I could ask for
to replace the one that lies here
my motionless adventure
no reason to close my eyes
As what I want is settled
right before me.
In a soft mess of love
I become one with the curls of your hair
We together make twenty fingernails
I
I am the perfected brow above your
closed eyes
And, I might try
to kiss our lips
But with that, only succeed in
tempting myself entrance to an unguarded temple
Down more
It would be my pleasure, if pleasure is what I was after
But with forced reflection
Yes, now I remember
We're one in a way not physical
But impossible!
yet possible, and attainable
for one with impossible and endless
outlets of happiness other than sin
But, how is it sin if you're dreaming of me?
And I pull you in closer in robbery
Conscience: Reflection remember?
Fine,
Exit temptation, you're needed no longer
As I stir upon this broken record lesson
You stir, literally, and I fall back to silence
I retreat my hand from your body
As you silently dream
I stare in desire
With your head soft on this pillow
soft on this bed
Us, one as two
Love is not lost here
And it is more clear than your chastity
That your true love lies asleep
Here at your bedside,
But also there in your dream.
At least that's what I hope and wish for
Not for the fake love I daily insist for
But
Who would know you dream of gay fighting dragons.
The faintest light of sun appears on another day of
Us
---
Baby, wake up! And make me some breakfast
You know I only like it when you make it
I had a weird dream last night...
...
...
Of course it was about you!
What else?
Yeah, that's what I thought!
babe...
...
...
Why is my shirt off?