I was asleep when I felt your arms around me—


Your breath on my neck, suddenly there.


I opened my eyes, just a crack, to see,


Could it really be you? Is this true?


It was you, those were your hands,


But all the same, “This must be a dream.”


I sighed a bit, knowing, but relaxed


Into illusion. You kissed me,


Gently, on the ear,

And I felt your breath,


Your chest rising and falling,

And I looked at your hands again.


It was then that I realized it wasn’t a dream.


Those hands were too real, so detailed,


“This can’t be a dream.” I rolled over.


For a few moments more, I felt the bliss


Of having you there, wrapped around me,


Real.


I could see you,


Smell you,


Touch you,


Hear you -


And then I woke up.


Damn.