sweetwilliam75

dreams in crimson, gold, and white
i hope to dream of her tonight
[off to bed, alone, a trembling stone, a king sits on his crooked throne]
with this vacancy amongst my sheets
I'm a chariot of steel on empty streets
to dream along side her, her hips against mine
a fine design, our spines align
to rise against morning with the subtle warning
of her smile shining back at me
we stretch in this skin tapestry
our art is our love, our love is our art,
and it spins quick inspiration when we are apart