Still asleep, I am moving over your silken thoughts
With the hands of a dream and
The fingers of instinct.
I do this
So you may understand the nature of my replies
As, we and not just, you
Or only, me.
I feed on it,
A parasite for our possibility.
Still asleep, I am moving over your silken thoughts
With the hands of a dream and
The fingers of instinct.
I do this
So you may understand the nature of my replies
As, we and not just, you
Or only, me.
I feed on it,
A parasite for our possibility.
