He comes to me softly
Like a sweet scent
Remembered, yet distant
Through dusty thoughts,
now slowly unraveling
He brings his form
Lingering, it engulfs
Taking me under his spell
Of null.
Not a sound does he make
Only the distant thunder of his heartbeat,
against mine, does come forth.
Entwined, together
Tightly, tangled into simple artistry
Of different color, hues so bright
That eyes go blind
I savor all, willingly.
Oh the feeling's all bring
The sweet, sweet, surrender
Of never-never land.
I arch my form closer
His touch, searing through veins of raw
Open, upon sheets of blood red
Trickling slowly like tears
Bare, is the heart
Like a shadow broken
The moment has arrived
And gently I whisper,
Yes......

Oh yes....