I kiss you, I
kiss you, every night, I
kiss you;
in a dream that makes this 3-dimensional reality
seem flat: I touch your face, and
speak my thoughts out loud.
[and the sparks are there: red, orange, I swear]
I sigh -
breathing warmth into frozen words I
keep locked up in the light of day; oh, but
at night, I dream of
- the nevers
- the what-ifs
- the if onlys
Sustained by these solitary hours, and
under deep cover of moonlight and stars, these
evenings become my playground, and I
become what I could never be.
I dream; and when
I dream —
I kiss you…