Drag me down,
where the light fades,
and hide me away; bring
me nothing,
nothing,
but a simpler day, as
the smoke-screen
unfolds, and curls up
in display, show me
dreams as
they dance
with the clouds.
Pass me
a sunbeam on which to
ride,
and wrap me in silk
as you lay
by my side, whisper
and murmur,
stroke your voice
on my skin, put down
the bright daylight
and welcome night in,
to this,
our sanctum
of elegant grace; keep
the world,
I need nothing
but this
sacred space.
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