Mindmeld

Hers is the name and place where time stands still. But you’re so far away it makes me claustrophobic. I a blessed earth man a man of blessed earth am your pitch-black darkness in the cold dead of night and you’re the nightmare I (live/love) to dream. Your touch cures every (one of my) daymare(s). But sometimes you don’t exist for 8 hours at a time – sometimes I can’t function funk shun without with you.