Reverie
My skin flushes hot under the brand of your hand, And, Pushing and panting, I arch back Into the ghost of You.
My skin flushes hot under the brand of your hand, And, Pushing and panting, I arch back Into the ghost of You.
(Thank you, Fiona Apple, for providing the perfect post title.) I am not sleeping well.
They come more frequently now, these dreams that haunt and taunt and chide. I do not know what they are about, or whom. I cannot decipher the messages within because,… Read more »