I keep having these dreams that I am with someone who does not belong to me.  I would very much like him to, but I know that it’s not something I should hope too much for.  

The thought of leaning against you on the couch lingers in my mind for hours after my dream has passed.  The velvet friction of our hands twining together fades as my day goes on.  Oh, to exist in this dreamland where we spoon and listen to Ratatat and kiss is too good to be true.  Soft laughs at shared jokes, closed lipped smiles preparing for another journey where we meet at the mouth.  The entrance and exit to the caves of our thought, those we now follow and share along a single line with a mutual purpose, a welcome expectation.  Eyes as clear as daybreak, searching the other’s for confirmation that they, too, are absorbing every second of this memory.  

What I wouldn’t give to have all these things with you.