Lost in a Daydream, Stuck in Reality
I laid beside the boy I love and I dreamt of your bronze hair cascading over your big blue eyes as you gaze at me. How badly I wanted to kiss you then. I rolled over and shared my desire with him instead. He doesnt taste of winter the way you do. His lips arent a chill in the air or jumpers, curling up in a ball as a storm approaches. I got lost in that daydream.
I laid next to the boy I love and forgot how he smelt of the salty sweetness of a carnival. He is standing in the rain after a drought, relief. Big brown eyes begging for my hand in his. One last kiss. Smiling as the sun beats down on our skin and spontaneous picnics following a cold shower. He is warmth and honey, smooth. I want that reality.














