In my dreams,
He is always there
As beautiful as ever
Just sitting there
Looking me like never before
He looks like he cares
With his chocolate brown eyes
And his brown hair
He never moves
Just stares
Like he has no soul; no life
Just eyes in which never come off of me
I move over
His eyes follow
I move back
Only his eyes move
I stand up
His eyes go up to look me in the eyes
I walk toward him slowly
He doesn't move
Not an inch
I bend down and look at him
He looks at me; no moving; no blinking
I move closer until our faces are touching
He flinches
I pull back
He stands and pulls me in
With a grip that means only one thing:
Love
He grabs my waist and moves in.
His lips touch mine so tenderly.
He holds it there and I embrace the moment.
He pulls away and sits down.
I sit down beside him and lay my head on his shoulder.
Then something happens:
I wake up.
Brie Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-a-dream-2/
