In the dreams of kissers who never kiss, I dreamt of a kiss that never happened
Photo Credit Scott Cain "Of dreams and Kissing" Your return coincided with lucidity exiting the comfort of me Your presence in the wee hours a welcome gift of my aspiration This time your face had been so close to mine I could smell the subtle scent of coffee tied to my illusion of you We were caught in a moment of hesitation A mere millisecond of anticipation Dream falling towards the other Something might happen Between two smiles descending into the entirety of the eternal When the heart can only flutter And the view is intentionally obscured To blindly be guided by villus who whisper directions Would our mouths melt upon meeting But we never touch A flood of emotions always awakens me The way violent dreams can shake thee I want to fall back into sleep My lips still yearning for something incomplete But I can’t find my slumber Our touch must be tied to logs and lumber And you so far away might well be just a fantasy One that lives between words and a...