Awake,
a dream,
a touch,
a scream.
My heart,
my mind,
your hands,
your spine.
Our eyes,
our lips,
the sweat,
the kiss.
Those words,
those thoughts,
so close,
so lost.
I can feel it going down again.
Wherever you are,
wherever I am.
Moving in you.
Moving in me.
Maybe it’s just a dream
that I see,
maybe something more.
Not sure,
I’m afraid;
I might be terrified.
Reach out to see
if this is real.
It falls before my eyes,
or it steps on through to me.
I don’t think I can abide
this kind of lucid dream.
Losing my mind.
Asleep
at night,
at home,
a light.
No face,
no fight.
No place
to hide.
The past,
the draw,
the last,
the flaw.
Forsake
for some,
for me,
for one.
Praying tomorrow comes.
HG – 2019
Great post 😁