Dreams of being in love
Dream one: I bring home a bouquet of baby's breath and set it down on the table where you are drinking coffee. French press. We read together in silence, then switch magazines. I feel your hand move to hold mine and look up at you. We don't talk, because the silence is so sweet, dripping from our lips like honey. Dream two: We are walking around New York. It's a cold spring and we're going to our favorite museum bundled in coats and scarves. You pull me into a random alley and we kiss and laugh and the air suddenly is warm. Dream three: We are at home in bed. The light from the window is harsh, painting lines across our bodies as your fingers outline the sides of my hips. We communicate in shared sighs. I never want to be anywhere else but here.