I am closer to her pure and placid in the swimming clouds of the tranquil night.
She is a portal to my Lover, an unconditionally giving peace to me in the humdrum emptiness.
Waiting for more of her to be revealed
She can leave me longing for her next time
so that she can tell me stories of your thoughts.

She is my mother of lonliness in the dark greyish blue desaturated world
Yet the air around her seems so foreign and mysterious.
She reminds me that your thoughts stay with me
everytime you glance your freckeled face up at the star speckled likeness of home

I turn my face to her to be caught in a tender forgiving moment
or to be comforted in journeys on her brother who she incessantly watches.

I want to fly out there amongst the cotton candy
and feel the cold air tossle my hair
The only warmth I would feel is when our hands interlocked
or when my butterfly kisses covered your face
or when your succulent lips shoved my dumplings apart to receive your luscious drenched tongue
or when you drape your heavy legs across my thighs

I want to swim in the darkness and let the moon reflect
in your sugar eyes and taste the sweetness of
your cream dabbled all over my body.