I've dreamed about her.
Her boots left at my door,
leaving a trail of fabric
and innocence behind her.
A trail of breadcrumbs
where passions burned through the floor.
I can still taste her lips as she
pushed me back a little closer to
the headboard.
And I wonder if she can still
feel the warmth of my skin where
I pulled her a little closer.
We fell asleep watching the dancing shadows
on my ceiling.
But, I woke up to find that
the sun had washed all of those shadows
away.