Dreams

A decade since we last spoke

but I still dream of you

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Oceans between us,

that distance closed by night

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and every time I wake up,

alone in the sprawling darkness

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I close my eyes

and try to reel your presence in,

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my mind cast back to the last embrace,

that prolonged moment of bliss

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the first truly loving touch I'd ever known

the comfort, the weight off,

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the silent acceptance,

all artificial, but

for a moment 

it was real.

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Now I'm here, in the dark

alone

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the pressure mounting, again,

more desperate than I've ever been

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to be in that one moment,

silently held

in the warmth of your arms.