In my dream,
I was imagining kissing you so
I grabbed your favorite book
and I kissed the spine where it crinkles up
like a pair of lips,
and then I realized
that even in my dreams,
a place where your nocturnal
thoughts can waken from their slumber
and roam free,
disguising themselves and their harsh realities
as innocent characters and objects in a
fantasy,
I can't have you.