Kickback Eyes

I'm a dream with kickback eyes, come find my story. Let's forgo reality. Maybe it's not practical, but it's quite the scene. Soft hair and bidden touch, it spirals out in ink. I'm lots of fun, you need lots of sun - the dark is closing in. The candles flicker through the night, fire my dame. You're glorious, yes, you are, a dance to mark and deem. And here it is, once again, my eyes a kickback dream.