she dreamed the same dream night after night~We are an orchestra of one, we are a majesty unveiling, we are newly born lovers, christening one another with mouths and hands and seeking tongues. We are everything and nothing~ Night is falling. night is falling. and I am drowning. in your arms. I am safe again. I am safe again. You surface me, and cling to me, night is falling and I am in my place again. above you, beneath you, wherever it pleases you so... oh my love, I am home again. My heart has been reborn again. the night is falling. and so am I . Falling for you ( into you, above you, through you). night is falling. night is falling. and so am i. so am i. always for you. for you.

blustarswendy3

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2005-02-08 - 9:40 p.m.

I have begun to have dreams again. It has been so long, so many many many nights. since my mind has cast itself into the feeble chambers of my sleeping subconscious and whirled my nebulous self into a swirling frenzy of frantic yearning. for. you,


and the baby sleeps so close to me, that our breathing has become one.

we exhale in synch. her little mouth moving in rhythmic sucking motions, of phantom nursing.

but our dreams are not the same.

I know not of what she dreams. fractured random snapshots of our day together, i am sure...such wonder, such magical innocence..

but my dreams

of

you.

are of different fractured snapshots. a kaleidescope of pale memories cast in the midnight of our sins.

skin upon skin upon me upon you

always undressing, unwinding unbinding unlacing unfastening the layers ( so many layers ) of silk

beneath

the glistening voyeuristic glance of another august moon

you painted the soles of my feet henna red.

like a pomengranate.

and licked your lips.

the night is


a

moment.


lost somewhere in time...


penetrated and pierced..by the faraway sound...

of my alarm clock...

calling me back..

so far away from you...

I keep closing my eyes, the lids heavy with all the regrets..

and wish that when I awoke. that my feet.,


were still painted red.


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