Even now you�re undressed in your dreams with me.
Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss
A singing smile
Coffee smell and lilac skin
Your flame in me
[Forgive me for never listening to Jeff Buckley before. Please. I realize the shame in this statement, and I'm hanging my head now. There's just too much to absorb, and too much to take in. And I know that my life will be complete when I'm even half worthy of a song as absolutely perfect as this. That's all I've ever wanted. Just to be the subject of something beautiful, something I can hear, or see. I've only ever wanted equal parts of motivation, you make me feel, I make you feel. Trading secrets in the dark.]
Good Night.
* credit to obi-char for the reminder