1:54 thoughts

dreamed a little of you

January 1, 2014

 'dreamed a little of you'

I think it happened at exactly 4:09 in the morning,

in my sleep,

when I saw you,

a presence so tender and comforting,

the ambiance was declaring a sweet clarity of perfection,

every flaw I once knew 

signified beauty in the simplest form,

your touch took my breath away

and slowly after saying your sweet compliments,

I knew this heart

was bouncing its way outside my chest,

and as we sat together, 

skin to skin,

air to air,

with people who spoke no words,

I was blinded by how you'd look at me

with those unflirty but alluring eyes

distracting yet seductive

those beautiful dark eyes

I'd wish to look at every morning,

and when the film screened the casts,

you reached out your hand

so warm and soft

but full of strength 

that makes me want to know more of you

slowly as we walk out of the cinema,

I could feel you pulling my hand

from a crowd of faceless people

and to me,

it felt like you just want to run away

and by that second,

I was stuck 

in the thought of starting to love every piece of you

every bit of you

your actions, your words

pulled the threads of my heart

and weaved it together

like a tailor sewing a perfect white dress

and as the images started to brush in a blur,

in my shuttered eyes

I was starting to fall

in a well of reality 

cold and sour

deep and haunted

silent as winter

falling in a cemented ground

where you and I

didn't even speak

not once

not ever.