My Dream (Poetry)

Apr 20, 2008 - 18:16 PM PST

Lips brush, fingers touch, salty breath laps my skin
But it is a dream.
Time consumes me
You said there is no time, but I feel every movment of the second hand proding my mind
Waiting.
Louder, louder, the moments pass reminding me of your absense.
Yet, we say.
Soon, we say.
I'll be here, I know
You'll be here, my dream.