i feel you sitting next to me:
your invisible hand
rests softly on my knee,
your translucent lips
are warm against my cheek.
[if only memories as flawless as these
left solidified imprints
for me to relive again and again].
in my sweetest of dreams, your fingertips—
like gentle paintbrushes—
leave strips of maroon wanting on my skin.
your kisses trail down my neck
in a delicious disarray of affection and care,
while your embrace is so close and safe
i swear not even a whisper could find
its way through the space between us:
if only i could make time and distance
bend beneath my will to send you back to me.