Today I met the guy with the red beard
I saw him standing in the downstairs coffee shop
We talked for a few moments before heading up to my room
We were watching films
And my head spun in circles when he traced the backs of my palms
Over
And over
And over again
We made small conversation about similar friends
And sports we'd played in high school
His eyes were bright green
And oh how i fell in love with those eyes
He cradled my body against his
As he rubbed my back with pride
Kissed the top of my head and my dimples
Oh my dimples
He called me the holy trinity
His hands lingered to the back of my neck and suddenly i was his
Our lips touched
The whiskers of his beard tickling my mouth softly
I pull on the edges of his shirt
He smiles
I smile back
I felt a spark I'd never felt before
I couldn't stop smiling
I wish i could press the rewind button
He whispered sweet nothings into my ears
As I slowly drifted off
He was a dream
He was supposed to leave an hour ago,  but he just left
And for some reason
When i close the door after he leaves
I crawl back to my bed with an emptiness I haven't felt in a long time
Questions raise
Will he text me?
Why is he being so short with me?
Is this sarcasm?
Am i the only one?
Will i ever see him again?
Does he like me?
Suddenly,  I don't want to be the only one.
I want to be thee one..
I haven't felt a passion for someone like that in what sees like an eternity
I think red beard
Will
****
Me
Up
Again