Star-Silver Dreamer.
By h2whoa
Wash over me. Your heat bakes my skin, It tears away the filth, That pollutes me. That makes me who I am. Lie me down, Star-Silver Dreamer! Arrest my thoughts, And paralyse my brain. Take my hand, And lead me through the shroud That sprays us with such fine drops, Each as delicate as your name. You tighten my throat, And relax my body. You obliterate my being, And leave me with long-awaited nothing: Star-Silver Dreamer. Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 01:56 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Wash over me...."