Last night
I dreamed of you. We were standing in my
kitchen facing each other.
You told me
to close my eyes.
I closed
them.
You pressed
your lips against my left eyelid.
Then…you
pressed your lips against my right eyelid.
You raised
my chin with two fingers and pressed your lips against my lips.
We lingered
with our lips touching for a moment and I felt my body warm.
My limbs
were liquid and so was my resolve.
Every part
of me spilling on to the floor pooled at your feet.
I opened my
eyes.
We said
nothing.
I wanted
more.
I woke up…
Damn.
