The Dragon?
And you...
You make me shake.
The smell of your skin as I kneel beside you. I close
my eyes and I can still see the outline of your form
before me. There.
How have you captivated me so? This part. Each
emotion triggers a new explosion. Have I been risen
from the dead? Have you been sent here to move me?
I could slip away, with you, into your shell. Stranger...
The Spirit...
If you are thirsty, let me ease your thirst.
If you are hungry, let me fill your stomach.
If you are tired, let me close your eyes.
If you are awake, let me see for you.
If you are happy, let me be joy.
If you are silly, let me be your smile.
If you are quiet, let me be night.
If you are confused, let me think.
If you are lonely, let me...
In.
T.W.
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