In a hazy reverie, we embraced.
I gave myself permission to dream about the days
Where our starry eyes locked in a gaze,
Constellations in my brain.
Warm breath; cold weather as it rained,
Drops raced down our windowpane.
The light touch of your hand,
our bare feet on the sand,
feeling every grain.
Waves crashing against us,
We sat in a storm,
Clouded with longing for one moment more.
Your voice sounded like cinnamon when you called.
In your inviting arms, I wanted to fall but I could not
As I thought, if the storm let up
To snap out of my dream, I must get up.