You still shape my dreams. You may not be physically present in them but you are able to dictate all of it - my emotions, my responses, my fears - as if you reside in the soft silky cobwebs of my thoughts weaving and weaving silently. Is my body too used to these instincts that it continues to perform at night out of habit, or are you just going to ( Read more... )

You are a house for my heart; the way people from the desert ( Read more... )