Room Service

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Pity I found you in blue waves
and couldn't stay,
and couldn't stray
My fairy taled raptured mind easily
Set sail to sway with your breath
on a breeze
The foggy heat, misty water retreat
melting me, melting me
It was so hazy, just a picture
Loaded and taken
So I could remember
Could I get more lost in your eyes?
Was I drunk by way of your light?
Shimmering, glimmering
Piercing the night
Who was she...

Would you take me to bed
Could have fallen in your arms,
On the elevator, instead
Walking on divinity
Back to my chamber
Could I have had you?
Remorse or anger
Climbing up up up up so high
Again
But never like this (not lost in those eyes)
And there you were
Like out of a book
Shining hilt and magical look took me
I'm festering, infected with
Thoughts of your lips
Searing my soft neck
Exhaling my name on a whim
In my ear
His lips on my lobes, hands in my hair...
oh the hands in my hair...
God it's a spell
And I'm spent
And I ache
For the one I found
Perfectly fallen in my wake.

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Dana N. Haley ~ 12/21/00