I Dream of You

When I’m awake, I dream of you, your lips
Almost caressing mine, my hand in yours.
A love like ours, something the world ignores
Out of mere envy, tends our souls and grips
Like iron bars, binding our hearts and hips.
My thoughts of you are like opening doors
To greet a brand new morning. Sunlight pours
From the horizon to my fingertips.

My body keens for yours when we’re apart,
Asserting its own claims, a churning brew
Of fear, devotion, and a residue,
Always a residue of chance, of art,
Of anguish, simmering inside my heart.
When I’m asleep, I dream only of you.