i dreamt about us —
a forbidden touch,
where hands met,
souls intertwined,
shirts unbuttoned,
drunk on wine.
i dreamt of the slowest burn —
sparks from your lips
merging with fuel from mine
tilting my entire world
upside down.
‘did you sleep well?’ you ask,
stirring your morning coffee.
i smile, face flushed with heat.
‘i had such an angelic dream.’
this one is about a housemate. the dream spoke for me — in the morning, I almost let it.
June 26, 2025