With your eyes, you told me to relax. I took a deep breath and reached out almost blindly, finding your hand laying open on the ground between us.
With your skin, you told me it'd be alright. The warm contact of our laced fingers kept alive our link, alighting it with vivid, primal emotion and unspoken words.
With your voice, you told me to rest. Only then did I allow myself to feel my bone-deep exhaustion, forced to gingerly lower my head into your lap.
With your embrace, you told me to dream. In these visions I learned secrets I would soon forget, and experienced sensations that would never linger.
You speak to me in hundreds of ways, even simply in my mind, living in my subconscious and guiding me as I take each and every step forward.
You speak to me, and I can do nothing but listen.
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...
