The Directions

You say I gotta find my dye,
pulsing in my pores.

You tell me I can serve you
when I'm fit to ramble and scramble,
letting go of my pride.

Days ago you reminded me - again,
as I smelled your delicious scent....
wafting in the moonless night.

All I really want is your warm embrace....
the fury of your dreams warming my sheets....
as I steep in silence.