when the sun sets and your heart grows tired
dream of me
dream of your hands curled around my waist;
the ghost of my skin against your fingertips.
when the moon rises and your eyes stay open
think of me
think of your hands settled on my hips;
the ghost of my lips against yours.
when the sky lightens and your mind wakes
remember me
remember my fingers in your hair;
the ghost of your hands curled around me.
when the afternoon burns bright
and your fists are held tight
dream of me,
you shall dream of me.
dream of the path we used to take
dream of your dreams,
but real and awake.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
