Waltzing through a meadow,
by the twinkling riverbed;
beneath the weeping willow's bark,
where bluebells sing:
whispers of we...
Scorching bliss: summer's kiss;
amidst a lazy late-June snow.
Bashful streams of sunbeams tickle
through the branches,
teasing my nose.
Behold! His moonlit eyes-
the gentleman before my sight...
Who is he? When did he arrive?
Am I the dream?
Or am I me?
YOU ARE READING
And he said, "Let's Dance."
Romancemy darling Death, how you tease my pulse -- my lover, my sweet, my darling Angel Death. do you not yearn to unbind your mind? let us recollect, just this one time.
