Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: The Awakening

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Awakening

Morning enters, clothed in wool and steel: A hard grey figure banishing the languid night And commanding the march of day. I wake, soft fantasies sundered by the feel Of her stern breath and the sharpened light Which offers mayhem if I should stay Wrapped in the soft velvet of sleep. Reluctant eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

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