Pearlie-pie

The beautiful completion Of cream like silk Sweetly passing notes With the morning bird This finely stitched Quilt of skin Rises to its feet And drifted   round the room. I cant help but follow This ghostly whisper Where ever it may flow Only hoping To be wrapped in the blanket Only here I am Comfortably alone But not alone Never happier With no reason. Only Here I want to stay forever under the covers.