Mon Amie

Fly with me in pouring skies, in spinning fields, like angels. Soar below the roaring stars, through waterfalls and breathing. Stumble over flickering black, with splintered sparkles, my daytime. Tempt me into paradise, down darkened alleys, but dancing. Flee with me to private night, in painful splendor, now feeling. Lower us into blissful slumber, under…