You lie beside me, your eyes dancing dreamcatchers, snaring me in their
mystic, languid beauty
Your skin an exquisite voyage of sweet discovery, a journey of pure
giving that I follow blindly
Your hair a filigree coccoon, invoking sweet memories of a sunrise kiss
that brought a vow
Your words, the world that spins around me, falling over with the
exquisiteness of you
Your soft breath, the crashing of some gentle wave upon a hidden beach
of burning sand

Sea, swallow me

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Midautumn, in the year 107 MA.