• there he is,
    without a clue of what to do,
    wearing a hue almost darker than black,
    my pulse is rising with every beat,
    i can feel his too,
    through his finger placed gently at the bottom of my ear,
    hes looking me in the eyes simultaneously gliding his finger down to my chin,
    he moves closer,
    my eyes scream the words "kiss me" although he stops (with a sign of respect)...
    ~he cares~
    his finger, no stroking my jawline, softly raising my eyes to meet his
    i move closer too, (but i don't stop until our lips touch)
    my eyes, no longer screaming "kiss me" but "love me" are now closed,
    and then i awake with a shock of reality,
    only wishing it would not have ended,
    but knowing i can accomplish it again
    outside the dreams...

    for Matthew Scott Lytle heart