I cannot have you in the flesh
But I can have you in my head.
Imagining bliss, what a merciful gift. ￼￼￼
Is it a sin?
Taking you into my dream.
Creating every scene so perfectly.
Where everything is what I’d hoped it would be.
It easies the pain of not knowing your touch when I awake.
Dare I look you in the eye.
Knowing what I’ve dreamt inside my mind.
When I decide,
what I’ll be having under the moonlit sky. ￼