While I sleep
the dreams I keep
will cement you
into my memory.

A sigh on my lips,
a crick in my neck,
and still I can’t get
my emotions in check.

A young thudding heart,
a wide winning grin,
and still I can’t say
if you should come in.

The wind colors your cheeks
the way I only dream of doing.

It dances through your hair
the way I itch to with my fingers.

It whispers lovingly in your ear
the way I hope to one day soon.

It gently caresses your beautiful face
the way my hands were meant to.

If only I could borrow
some of the wind's
luck.

I am a barbed wire fence.
You are the pair of pants
That got snared in my grip
That I ripped
To shreds.

You are a juice box.
I am the bent straw
That stabs into you
That leaves you
Hollow.