March 2010
Dreams
You consistently haunt my dreams with kind words and soft touches, a hand on the arm, a warm hug. The lead-in doesn’t matter, it doesn’t mean anything, I can never remember it. Then you appear, in warm and soft lights, golden, like a lazy Sunday morning. You startle me and I’m almost too shocked to say anything, but you never mind. Gentle persistence and kind encouragement...
Scandalous!mozart →
1 tag
