I close my eyes for deep slumber.
There he appears.
No winged Angel.
He is but real.
Crooked smile.
Eyes on me.
I want to reach out and touch him.
I do.
We kiss, pure bliss.
The sweet taste.
Sweetness.
Can you taste in your sleep?
Pure heaven
I wake up.
I am alone.
He is not there.
My mouth tastes sweet.