my thoughts on you

you aren’t real–you know
just a dream
too good to be true
just a memory of touching
that never happened
but i like to pretend that we have
something
anything
real
wearing the shirt
that i always liked best
you know the one
the one that beckoned me to
touch you
and even though it may be wrong
or shallow
i wanted you to touch me back
what does that mean
exactly?
i wanted to feel your strong, sure hands
in my hair
and feel your whispering breath in my ear
and perhaps
on my neck
maybe your fingers would slip
and brush my soul
in a way that unnerves my heart
i wonder what that would feel like
exactly?
that’s a pretty good dream to fall asleep to
don’t you think?

February 2013

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