I slip away,
To a place of my own.
Where things others say,
Are said in my tone.

In this place,
The setting may vary,
I see your face,
and I feel confused and wary.

We are in the back, traveling land,
of this night driving car.
A blanket lays middle where you hid your hand,
I give you mine, I didn't have to reach far.

Now we are dining apart,
In orders to not see you.
I feel a tear of heart,
To you I cannot find, I feel a new hue.

With no key component,
Transition changes and your inches from my lips,
I pause and realize the moment,
That your hands are on my hips.

Out of no where,
My love comes with his guys,
He sees the taboo that I wear,
I run to avoid the shed of lies.

My conscious feels my distress,
and now it comes to an end.
He is no where to be addressed,
I still feel his hand, I feel at mend.

I awake feeling bliss,
but in disbelief you haven't vanished.
If I can still dream of this,
What has been established?