Touch,
kiss...

Little feather glide across my skin,
fingers trace along visible ribs...

Walking drifted on a beat,
a track of lilies...

Protectively perched upon his land,
watching over the clay colored cliffs...

Slim and hollow reeds
gently wisping in the wind...

Happy
giggles, playful...

My best friend past,
and here I lay across his body...

Mary this poor dear,
standing with her teddy...

Its hard to concentrate,
when my mind is set on you...

I know your so far,
on your journey...

Licking his lips from bloody pesticide,
snickering at all of the young ones...

3:15,
awake and annoyed...