In your half remembered dreams
That you call memories that seemed
So strange and far away as we drift
Further and further from time, I was there.
And there we were, our tongues one
In a beautiful way. My mouth smelt of coffee.

There you are, sitting with your hand
Clasped by mine in the vast sky
Of our collective memory. Sitting there
Felt like such a significant moment...
The sort that occur once an eternity.
My subconscious implants a desire
To run with you through fields of poppies,

I pluck a single flower, place it in your hair.
And we kiss in these fields of old memory.
Collective memory. I exist within you.
Vice versa you say and we kiss, my breath
Still marked with the stench of coffee.
I mark your neck with a strong kiss.

I feel overbearing happiness in this field
Of our collective memory. And so a tear
(As it does) drops from my face.
And you wipe it away and kiss my cheek...
This vision implants itself in me.

In my half remembered dreams
That I call memories, they are pervaded
By the image of your face...
I pluck a poppy from it. An exchange of
I love you. Coffee shops and public
Displays of affection. That's right.
We share a long kiss.