Dream

What an odd dream

I guess my desires

are desperate to 

take shape and

run free

A few

words of recognition

(Is it you?

Are you

                           here?

As if 

                           here is

one singular 

place

and we can only exist

in a common

                           here)

A series of light kisses

one landing after the other

trailing across

the length of lips

a sense of confusion

This has not happened

This is a dream

It's not even my own dream

Why it here? 

(Some times I wonder, when you dream of a face, does the person it belongs to also see your face in their dreams?)