i do not kiss you in my dreams
i do not feel the heat of your breath
nor smell the honeyed perfume of your sheets
nor taste the bitter salt of your skin

i do not dream of falling asleep in your arms
tracing the silhouette of your body with my fingertips
and i do not feel the of the burning of your palms
nor hear the sound of your breathy sighs
nor savor the smoky baritone of your laughter
nor drink in the lavender of your warmth

i do not dream of this
i do not dream at all