I’ve been staring at this page
thinking of how to write
that intimate scene in my head
the one from my dream

trying to describe the feeling
of his hand laid flat on my stomach
pulling me back against him
being closer than we are used to

his heart beats against my back
the same rhythm as the music
we move together as one
he guides my every step

he leans down next to my ear
his words are just warm breaths
on my neck, there’s no sound
just our bodies together

all of this was a dream
and I’m glad it was
because me and him don’t work
I don’t even want to try

I know this was him
but it wasn’t really him
it was dream him
I’m glad it wasn’t him