Dream to Dream

I guess what I'm trying to say
is that your stubble felt right
against my palm.
That the crease between your brows
is my favourite place to kiss you;
embrace you, calm.
That your hands feel like smoke
and fire and beauteous,
cherish it; love.

Don't go inside.

Your sadness is a drug to me
you love me with a heart of pain
and bruises.
And I love you.
Slip your tongue against mine, love.
Let me taste your bitter sorrow
let me take you away
to candlelit love, light, passion.

Don't go inside, love.

Stay here beside my neck
breath to pulse.
And let me soothe you of your pain.
Chest to chest, I'll treasure you
hearts locked between our intertwined fingers;
breathe into me, love
and I'll breathe you in my every word.

Don't go inside, love.

Kiss me with goodbye eyes
and soft, smiling lips.
I await the day I wake up
to find you stayed the night...