Monday, February 18, 2013

Quiet.
Hushed.
Eyes close. Fading.
Eyelashes braid together. Sealing.
Departure of feeling.
Mind is steel. Reeling.
Warmth rising.
Captured in linen.
Wrapped gentle.
And a dream creeps slowly, knowingly,
Closer, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
When melting is final. When body disappears.