it's your face, eyes and touch
(which twinkle like shooting stars)
pure as the clouds, sky leaves and flowers
which sing to us as we dream
to come,
come lay back down,
side to side (where)
your winter coat turns to silk
and my every sense crumbles with your(s)
whispers like the wind
sleep matters
on webtape, by jeff
Sleep Matters
on webtape, by jeff