Drift away
for when I wake
the dream begins.
Fingers recall the fragile hour
longing touch
knowing glance.
Drift away
for when I wake
lips recall kisses
they no longer taste
caresses that linger
as memories fade
breathless whispers
soft as butterfly kisses.
Wake me not
remains what senseless is
falling peace
sleeps beside me.
Dullness aches with eager regularity
expectant pangs
restless breath
shadow of warmth
inhale
bury myself beneath the cover of
smoldering hollow
wake into the dream
tickling familiarity
drifts away...
as did you.
About The Girl
- NON SEQUITURS UNITE
- California, United States
- Not-so-silent observations that splinter my conversations. Harnessing the steady flow of random thoughts and musings that continuously interrupt my daily conversations. Paired here with my artwork and photographs from recent adventures. Non sequitur (pronounced \ˈnän-ˈse-kwə-tər\)- a response which, due to its apparent lack of meaning relative to its context, seems absurd to the point of being humorous or confusing.
