As I lay against the cold sheets of green,

I am surrounded by ivy that drapes so gently around me.

My eyes open to see the stars shining like glittering sparkles in the ceiling of the world.

I am held there, by the beauty, the crispness of the cold night air.

In the silence, I can almost hear your deep breaths of sleep, yet I reach for emptiness…

Under the same dark blanket we lay in thoughts of desire, we dream.

Our fantasies become one with the unknown.

Daily rituals become trivial and our hearts yearn for acceptance…

Trudi ’97


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