Sunday, April 26, 2009

At the Recital

I felt a dream today,
my cheekbone against the top of your head,
separated only by the thickness of my flesh
and the softness of your hair;
Deep breaths through my nostrils,
inhaling the scent of you,
feeling your pulse against my face
(or was it mine?),
I had to coax myself into realizing
that you were real.

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