Put down the lid, of reality

Take the ride down

To that place

where you

lay a verdict here


A place to make, a

niche in the existence

Of faeries, flowers

Fawns and forget-me-nots


A fissure in the minds

Of sinister and luminous

Into something you can't touch

Just a feeling


If you lay there, brushing hands

With angels of your imagination

there is yours, more than

anyone can give


Hiding behind a pale layer

of skin stretched over

thoughts never betrothed

by anyone 'cept you.