As I slumber
I dream of how
It would've felt to
Hold you in my arms
The coolness of your skin
On my feverish flesh
The way our hands
Like yin and yang
Would entwine and dance
Around each other
Like ballerinas in Lincoln Centre
But how cold must you be
How sad must I be
To long for the
Gaze of your eyes
Into mine.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
As I slumber
I dream of how
It would've felt to
Hold you in my arms
The coolness of your skin
On my feverish flesh
The way our hands
Like yin and yang
Would entwine and dance
Around each other
Like ballerinas in Lincoln Centre
But how cold must you be
How sad must I be
To long for the
Gaze of your eyes
Into mine.
