talking until sunrise.
talking until sunrise. long sensual hugs. drifting here and there. in our
speech. in my thoughts. a magick. a feeling of intenseness. so intense. as
if i could tell her anything. but this. because dont know what this is.
and i dont really know if i want to know. its magickal. its intense. and
sometimes i think id want something more. (could it be more intense?) but
to risk losing. everything. everything. too much. all gone. so quickly.
never. but the intensity. lasting forever? and wondering. wanting. something.
some security to know it will always be there. at least for a time. and
wondering what that would be like. but thinking. no. forgetting about it.
and living, things as they are. with a smile and a hug. as the sky returns
to daytime.
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