Another night. Another dream of you.
Last time you asked me, if you've been in any of my dreams.
The dreams I have of falling in love with my friends.
I said two. You smiled.
That was a lie. It was more like five.
Now you're in all of them, every dream I have, you're there.
Somewhere. Kissing me, holding my hand, or simply there to admire.
I love sleeping, because every time I close my eyes
Yours open to meet mine.
YOU ARE READING
The Supernatural Laws of Love
PoesiaPoems about love, more than love, and galaxies of pink.