(idea) by CrowJane Tue Jun 13 2000 at 8:21:15
she said: blue and green, green and gold, gold and silver, a silver sliver...time whips by around my head, and all my dreams are dreams of you, if only for an hour.

he said: and your vibration clings to the scene as static electricity, complete with pops and crackles to light the long dark tea time of the soul...

and she smiled the smile of chaos made flesh

I like it!