walking these crowded streets, i'm aware only of your prescence which i cradle in my heart, wear it behind my knees. time trickles into droplets and unspeakable wetness whispers of you.
these dreams are for you. marshamallow sweet in colours of spun sugar.
you weave a web, the gold thread shimmers. the sun comes tossing blinding light like pennies to the poor.
floating in the lightness of the web, silky and gold....my awareness is compromised. its only a dream after all.
dancing in a dream. i'm a solitary dancer. waltzing to the mood. unfurling whorls upon whorls, laying bare a truth, unspeakble....witheld.