Wednesday, April 2, 2014

02: Morpheus, Come Love Me

O' Darkest Prince,
why have you forsaken me?
What wrong have I done unto thee
to deny me the sweet succor of your embrace?

I long for the days before,
when we lay tangled in the sheets,
a halo of warmth and breath,
delicate whispers of contentment.

My nights are now ever empty,
as I seek you out in desperation,
to convince you that I am worthy
to find my place in your arms again.

Return to me, nocturnal beloved,
come back and fill me with bliss
that I may awaken from our rendevous
well-rested and ready until we can meet again.

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