For some reason,
I dreamed of summer,
a lonely beach,
the waves crashing against my feet,
sounds of thunder and rain in the distance
- the perfect sensation -
I was at peace
at that little place in my mind
that no one could ever enter,
no one.
But then, there was something in the air -
a fragrance;
so familiar, yet so distant
It reminded me of that
sandalwood perfume and
leather on heated skin and
chocolate cake that leaves
remnants of sweetness on my tongue and
old books I wished to read
with pages I longed to touch
And suddenly, my world,
my place,
was crashing down around me,
my head spinning
as strong hands cupped my shoulders gently
as if shaking me awake
but,
for some reason,
when I woke up,
I expected
to see
you.