Last night you came to visit me.
With your freckled skin, and hair ablaze.
And your deep blue eyes, and piercing gaze
That tears me apart at the seams.

I can still taste the salty-sweetness of your pale skin,
As though I had actually caressed it with my tongue.
I can still smell you, that oh-so-sweet scent,
As though I had actually pressed my nose against your neck.

But the only time I can hold you in my arms,
The only time I can be soothed by the rhythm of your heart,
The only time you will ever be mine in reality,
Is in dreams.