Week 26

It is something magical
to be here with you
in my dreams.
I mean,
real life would be better
but I can settle for this.

I imagine your scent,
smooth, musky,
and a little bit nervous
I know I would make you nervous.

I imagine running my nose
my plump lips along your ribs,
placing light kisses
tasting, feeling, being.

It would be something
to gaze into your eyes,
for real this time,
to see myself mirrored in them
so perfectly.
I would be perfect in them
like you are to me.

If I close my eyes,
it almost happens,
you and me,
me with you.
At least I have that
in dreams
and for that
I should be grateful.