Dreams

Sometimes we meet that special person whom we vibe with so well but becoming involved with them is complicated.

DREAMS

 

You move me…

I'm in places I have no business yet I don't want to leave.

Those detached moments from reality...

When you zone out and find yourself smiling

I'm not near, yet I'm with you

My mind runs marathons…but I can dream right?

We are each others bad habits...hard to quit.

Questions?  Many...

What do you like on your pizza?

Which toothpaste do you use?

Liquid fabric softener or dryer sheets?

Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

You take me places...

never to be traveled

But I can dream, right?

My thoughts...like a million piece puzzle.

I want to take my time with you, studying your every piece...learning where you connect and what can not be forced. 

I want to gather my words up and from pen to paper release them ever so eloquently from my lips to your ears. 

You on one end of the couch, me on the other with pen and notebook in hand joined by socked feet and mental word play.       

Reading aloud to each other but only a tease with a line or two at a time.

A coy glance up from our pages, subliminal connects, flirty laughter...

Daydreams, evening dreams, sweet dreams...

I can dream… right?

 

Sandra Brown

(c) 19 Mar 08