There was no escape so lovely
As looking into the eyes of one who felt
The Technicolor words as warm
As the sun who sighed softly.
Softly, slowly, he awoke
Into a field of luscious flowers
Who hummed as they swayed
To the sensual caress
Of changes in the rarefied air.
His eyes fluttered and shut
While he reveled in a lofty breath
Full of love and residual dreams.
So soon had he left
He had returned.
<Written for someone I love>
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