One day you walk in
Tight, light jeans
Flip-flops
T-shirt that goes against the Establishment
Your eyes sparkle
The corners of your lips turn upward
You stare
Our eyes meet
You come closer
You hold me tight
You push my long, black hair out of my face
Our eyes meet again as you stroke my face
With delicate fingers
You slowly lean in
Our lips touch
And fireworks go off
Then black
Nothing but sheer black
And I remember
That you're not real
That I was just dreaming