touch your neck to heal a pain, and draw close to a kiss.
You said you had told your father that I was like a lama;
I smiled and said I was no lama, yet was glad you thought
of me in that way. You were happy that I came.
I was the happier one, believe me my dear.
It was a dream from which I did not want to awaken.
I could have remained asleep like this for aeons,
or until the spell was broken. Now that I am awake
there is a nostalgia for the realm of the invisible.