your voice is my song lover,
deep and intricate
like a dance...
before settling
...
I heated my tea twice
went upstairs and came down
only once though...
...
a dream,
it's true
dies first
soft, tender, unattended
...
I wake with your name
in my mouth
its the sweetest longing
on the loneliest tongue.
...
this dream is fading quickly
in the manner of dreams
the knowledge I had in it
is gone
...
I hate to remember dying love.
lying beneath burning emotion
holding my heart
with both hands
...
waking in total darkness
I lay here
trying to think of what awakened me
it had been something?
...
I can feel
the essence of me
seeping out
wet and warm
...
in the moment
right before
the tip of your tongue
touches
...