You come to me in dreams at night,
Your touch so real it steals my breath.
And once again in muted light
I watch our astral forms reflect.
We shimmer in the mirrored air,
And drift, intoxicated, slow.
Your kisses draw me everywhere
Where words dissolve and cannot go.
The candle’s shimmer in my hair
Turns copper-red in dancing flame.
I press my cheek against you there
And catch your heartbeat through the frame.
We cannot leave before the dawn,
The night still holds us in its keep.
So let us melt and wander on
Inside this fragile shell of sleep.
There will be passion, fire, and peace,
Each moment vivid, burning bright.
I’ll wake — but still it will not cease:
Your astral gift will haunt the night.
Your Astral Gift
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