Living in a dream

I don't know if you really love me,

How am I supposed to know?

I don't live in the same world as others

because I am a dreamer

and I’ve dreamt myself into this dream

of an even stronger shelter

where we are so inseparably entwined

that I no longer know where you end

and I begin…

Where I wake mornings

with the taste of your lips on my tongue

the vibration of your hand

on the hollow of my still sleeping back

the rhythmic beating of your heart

under my cheek...

a perfect moment frozen in time,

and I wish that I never have to wake

from this dream…