Sometimes Worlds Collide

What is dream and what is real  
Desire speaks the words that we dont say  
Close  
We're often found like that  
We bump  
The accidental touch  
And looks  
That gaze...perhaps too long  
And yet we talk of other worlds  
Than of the nearness that I feel  
Why speak of work or home
When all I want  
Is to brush back that stray strand of hair  
My hand touching your face  
And hope for a softening of your eyes  
Or faintest catch of breath  
And all of this  
But a prelude to a kiss