Return

Lightsaber you make me come awake,
just a shell of a phantom staring back at you...
then it begins...
warmth and renewal of lust sleeping for millennia,
calling the dragon to the fore,
space from ghost to ghost just empty and floundering,
but then the burn and desire overtakes all these vacant runways...
she creeps to see,
oh what, she asks,
has become of me?