It smells nice
Like worn sheets
It was safe there
In the soul's pasture of her long blonde hair
I did not want to wake up or leave
I wished through yellow that we would be locked together for all time
Like turkish delight
Sweet sticky melting
Planted like a ball in my stomach and mind
The dismal truth that it will sink not grow
Forgotten for one moment
In her home
Orange glowing gentle black by the fire
She stroked me in the spots that hurt
Love so strange it meandered through me like a bullet
I sunk signalled sighed
Do not leave
Thrusts open the curtains of reality like a pile of thundering horses
Relentless
Hard
No time to stop
It smells nice
Like worn sheets
In the soul's pasture of her long blonde hair.
