A dream kiss

Sometimes I dream of kissing you,

and it's not perfect,

It never is.

Because I refuse

and you are drunk.

It's secret, distant

and private.

It start slow and becomes demanding.

It's not the kiss that makes me fall in love,

It is the idea of your lips against my lips,

of your scent in my clothes

and my hands in your hair.

It's the idea of your intimate touch being mine for those minutes,

It is the context that is lost that makes me fall in love.

Is not perfect,

but

it's the air that I was missing.

T.A