Dreams
And if I wish you were here,
If I imagine silence as speech,
If I feel your hand beneath my ear,
Is it too much to bear?
I felt, for the first time,
myself, sexual and loved,
altogether at once, and alive;
Remember this, you said.
I will, I do, I will.
A moment, a movement, a whisper;
a soft light between clouds.
The colour your eyes turn as I wonder
what your thoughts would sound like aloud.
And I know I shouldn't wish,
That the frame needs filling,
and that I need to push
forward unwilling.