There are spaces between my fingers,
Where yours interlock when you're not away.
The ghostly pressure of your hand is a reminder to me,
That you're here even if you're gone.
The shadow of your hug envelopes me;
The faint remembrance of your lips on the back of my hand warms me.
Darkness threatens to claim me,
To pull me into dreams of you.
Where your lips and mine will clash.
Without hesitancy, without remorse.
Just you and me and we and us.
Neither of us beginning, not ending without the other.
All conscious thought gone....
Sweet nothing dreams fill me and I am off,
to our special place.
Where nothing separates us,
and no one stands in our way.