Friday 8 August 2014

1992-02-17: Dream

I dreamt I was
Warm against your chest,
Snugly fitted hip to hip,
My head rested in the
Made-to-measure hollow of your shoulder,
So close I could smell
Your strength and feel
Your arms lightly encircle me.
But now I am no longer
Sure that it was you.
He was so real, so here,
And you never are.

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