Oct 06, 2009 01:23
I seek thee.
I have need of thee.
Mine arms are open, reaching, searching.
Mine face lifted, eyes closed, for your kiss.
Open your fist.
Let the sands fall.
Touch me. Wrap your arms around me.
Caress me with your cool,velvet embrace.
Sing to me gentle lullabies.
Cover it all with a cloth of dust.
Help me forget, if only just for a while.
Such sweet perfection.
Of form. Of face.
Of tongue. Of grace.
I am drifting.
Never quite falling.
Always two steps away.
I have searched oceans of time it seems.
You haunt me.
Morpheus entreat thee.