In a Dream

In a dream, I was beautiful to you.

Your eyes, wide and alive. Never moving away. Into mine.

Your smile was the picket fence. The dream. The only desire. And it was for me.

To me.

Because of me.



In a dream.

In a dream, I was the only other thing in yours.

Glowing and endless and warm and safe.

And your hand on my skin, and the pull of you. Your breath on my chest then and the smell of your hair and serenity.

In a dream.

In a dream, nothing could end.

In a dream.