shouldn't we be more than we are now
in another plane of existence I know we must be
two lovers wrapped in crisp sheets under the rise of dawn's glow
I can almost feel the pads of my fingertips brushing your caramel chest
...almost
you're awaiting my arrival as I succumb to sleep
proudly tasting your lips in the astral realm
intertwined in the abyssal cosmos
our toes grazing the Milky Way
and for a moment I know just what your sweet flesh feels like against mine
it's all real until reality presents itself
snapping my eyes open to the grey
alone and cold
anticipating our next date in the evanescent macrocosm