Dark Dreams

Dark dreams drip like wax from the tips of moon beams

Large hands wrap around my neck like growing vines

My head falls back as though I know it..and want it...like a hot bath

My feet step into fire that climbs me, as though it has before

And..I like it...And I want it...like a cool breeze over my sun drenched skin

Sand sticks to me all over, shelter from imminent storm

Clouds lower just out of reach, as though I can't have them...but I want them

A kaledscope of colored rain pours through my hair as If I have waithing for it's arrival

Colors drench every inch of my dark dreams, and the moon beams sing me to sleep

And...I like it...And...I want it, like bare feet over hot pavemant, after sweet rain

~~Paige