Ask me how does it feel
to recall your words any day,
I'll show you how the entire galaxy
in my chest can be held.
I dream of the morning
you'll emerge from the Sierra's haze,
dressed like a mysterious priestess
and the Elder Brothers heir...
...and then to share whispers,
behold scratches of eternity,
spark my heart with your kisses,
cuddling you under the full moon's light.
Until then, the power of summoning you
is burning my naked hands.
Can you give me just a clue?
Is that blaze a part of your plans?
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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