Daydream

Daydream

Daydream

I sit here as the whole world passes me
by thinking of you, and where you should be.

I taste you on my lips, like honey or
a sweet caress. You leave me wanting more.

I smell you in the air, your spicy soap
and underneath your scent hangs, by a rope.
It's making me feel like the sun shines bright,
e'en though, outside, the sky is black with night.

I feel you too, your gentle weight that leans
on me, with your skin so smooth that it gleams
like porcelain, yet warm and soft to touch,
hair like silken thread that I loved too much.

I close my eyes, I see you, and you glow,
our true love was great, and this you well know.

And then I open them, and you are gone.