I Often Dream
A poem about unrequited love
I often dream of you in the mist of the dark-lit night when the trees rustle gently in the wind and the leaves flutter across the sky floating like balloons toward the moon that sparkles glistens like my heart under the radiance of your care.
I often dream of you and I hands clutched at our sides because we understand the touch understand the promises that jump from the fountains of unsaid feeling of timid concessions of uncaged breaths and pounding chests.
I often dream of you and I staring into each other’s eyes soaking up the hues like whirlpools struck by gravity and grounded by ineffable desire.
I often dream of you dream that you’ll remember my figure in coming years past that you’ll remember what my skin felt like upon yours that you’ll remember why my heart fell upon you rather than them that you’ll remember why I smiled for you and not for what I wanted you to be.
But then again I often dream.






