Day dreams

Sometimes I dream:

Of holding you
until my arms develop pressure sores,

Then of holding you a second more;

Of kissing you until time stops,
Or we cease to perceive its passage;
For then the passion of the moment
Can surpass past regressions;

Of translating the love note
God wrote in your soul;

Line by line:

Slowly;

Of knowing your secrets,
Because you know I will keep them
Like vows of silence;

Of stillness in your eyes,
And rest in your whispers;

Of touching your heart,
Don’t fret, I'll be gentle;
I have a thing for beats,
And I think you may be instrumental-
In fulfilling my dreams.

I want to wake up, next to you,
And feel like I was never asleep.