Dream

My arm around your

Shoulders

My nose against your

Neck -

Breathing,

Wanting your smell to be

In my last aching inhalations.

But softly,

So softly, so I don't frighten,

Push you away.

You take my lips in yours

Gently, so gently,

Afraid to share too much.

I'm dying in your kiss,

Yearning to live

To see the day that this

Kiss

Might be real.

I wake

Alone

Broken

Hearted

But

Thankful that your smell

Remains

Bottled

Deep in my memory

To comfort and pleasure

My empty armed sleep.