Denial

Is it bad, that I imagine kissing your lips at night?

Sometimes, I dream of their soft touch, warm

Blushed flesh

That burns close and hot.

I imagine your feverish breath

Will whisper my name

And gently rustle my hair.

Imagine, pulling you close to me,

Our hearts racing like a glistening horse

Pounding along the beach.

I bask in your radiance, and you lap up

All of my light

Until your arms and fingers and hair

Are entwined in mine, and I fall asleep in a pool of your heat.

When morning breaks, clear and fresh,

My bed is always cold,

And every morning, I always wonder

Why I am so surprised.