2001

I am the moon flowing into your window in the dead of night.


I mould myself to your form as you dwell in the land of forgotten time


I lay down beside you hold you close to me


I escape into the veils that hide your body


I slip inside your arms


I rest a moment upon your skin


I infiltrate your lungs


I travel along your breath


I taste the sleep upon your tongue


I form the tear in the corner of your eye


I feel the hand that lingers upon your flesh


I move to cover your body with my caress


I am the source of the silken heat of your need


I am the glistening pearl of your spilling seed


I ooze into your heart


I melt with you into one


I create the secret you carry


I become the end of your goal


I am the mark upon your soul

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