At Arm's Reach

I treasure my dreams of you

For reality is so cold and empty

In my dreams 

I can reach out and lay a hand on your warm face

I can lightly brush my lips across your eyelids

I can lay my head against your chest and feel your heart beat

I can sigh in your embrace

I can melt every sinew and tendon

     when your lips meet mine

          and our breaths become labored

          as our hearts quicken and beat as one

          as I lose myself in the moment and the world disappears and its just us

For a while

Until I wake

And you're at arm's reach

But I can't touch you

1 December 2010

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

well written piece...I like the layout and the way it flows on out from the middle verse....and the fact that this is all a dream, but you can';t reach this person...good poetry...look forward to reading more of your words on the Cafe...:)