Just Dreams

Woke up rather lonely
Roll over
Cold sheets over there
Pull the blankets tighter about my hips
Wishing, longing for his arms

His breath on my shoulder
A kiss
Sliding my body closer still to his own
Knowing I’m his and he’s mine
And we’ve got
Thousands more mornings
Just like this one to come

Damn these tears
Damn this heart
Damn these thoughts
Hopeful wishful repetition
Over and over
I imagine he’s mine

But this lonely reality reminds me
Once again
Just how wrong I really am

No matter how hard I want
I long I wish I hope
Stark truth is
I’m still laying here alone

Roll over again
This time flicking the blankets off
Almost in defiance of what I can’t have
My fingers trace my curves
From my jaw down my throat
Across my breasts down my ribs
Over my belly and the swell of my hips

It’s soothing
If I close my eyes
I’m transported once more to a place
A beautiful unreality
Where he really is kissing my shoulder
And looking at me
As I smile in contentment
Love blooming covering
Seeping from our pores

No wait….

Those are just my tears
And that’s just my pillow
These are just my dreams
This is just my heart
Gripping yearning

©️tara caribou – 2018

Originally posted on The Literati Mafia.

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