She bathes me in a blend of mango extract,
potent herbs and coconut milk
her slender hands, like her whispered words,
are sewn from the finest silk
"Sleep.... rest.... safe.... home...."
Knees, breast, face, bone
she cleanses my spirit from within
humming in hypnotic rhythm
caresses me to sleep
but even in my dream
she hears me weep
tears that burn to the steam
in which we bask
cautiously she asks:
"Where are you lost?"
my silhouette starts to fade
"To love knowing the cost
of paying sins that go unpaid
is to sleep without relief
to steal, but hate the thief..."
from these words she wont recover
her tears would drown the night
but i take her hand, love her
and walk her to the light....
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