SHE ENTERS MY DREAM

She Enters My Dream

She sits by my side, watching me sleep
Outstretched hand brushing my cheek
Starting to stir, I feel a now
familiar warmth caressing my brow
Twixt wake and sleep, eyelids flutter
She enters my dream
like reaching through water
Ripples of her felt on my skin
Tender strokes on my brow 
still feel them now
I do not want to leave that place
of peach-soft hands loving my face
Stay in the dream, feel her touch
It can only be love, 
when touch matters that much

 

 

This one’s for you, Cathy. Your touch still matters.



 

 

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