dreams
foray into unknown
thoughts lingering
wandering about at night
drinking whiskey, warm
a cool winter's breeze
back to the bar
walking away
glances: exchanged
words: minimal
is this real?
on clouds above
green grass below
grazing the tops of trees
with the tips of my fingers
your voice beckons–
on my couch
those eyes, piercing
melted heart, frozen
i ask,
"can i hold you?"
"not for long..."
the sun and clouds
pass through my blinds
as i wake looking out
my bedside window
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