Sense

I dreamed I watched you

as you slept,

a mirage so true,

impression kept.

I saw your chest 

swell and condense.

We know we're blessed;

we have that sense.

I listened as your heart

beat out my name

like I am a part

of fiber and vein;

I brushed my fingers

along your body:

goosebumps linger,

but dreams are foggy.

And, oh, how my chapped lips

so begged to be wet,

to meet hands, thighs, and hips,

to know the taste of sweat.

If you'd only turn to me,

open those ocean eyes,

we'd melt as primal synergy

as one among the skies.

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"I feel an urgent need to apologize. I did a terrible thing in a terrible dream And now I can't look you in the eyes." Kevin Devine People are So Fickle

"'Cause your cracked, dry lips leave traces and more. I wake up wanting you. I wake up wanting you." The Unwinding Hours Traces