Sometimes I dream of your hands,
Climbing the peaks of my arms, gliding,
Softly, a subtle caress
Awakening every inch of my skin,
With its promise of love -of
Bodies interlocking, souls
Merging in a melting pot
Of kisses, sweat and hugs,
You and I, one. You and I
Branding each other with
The heat of our touch, our desperate,
Hungry touch, wanting so much more.
And then the chill of the night
Awakens me, my hand empty,
My lips dried, the void of your
Body holding your shape
At the back of my mind. And I wipe
Away the tear and close my eyes,
To dream you back, back to me, next to me,
Like we were before the fights.
You, by my side. At last.