| Last night I lay on my bed,
beneath the big soft comforter, imagining you were there. Your face in the pillow next to mine, and your hair at the end of the night - tangled, but beautiful, like you. My arm, not around the comforter, but around you. That your waist, and your cheeks, were there for me to wrap my arms around and to run my fingers across. Love. Your skin. Love. I love you. You may call my dreams silly, and you may call my dreams foolish, but I call my dreams love. And I love you. |