Simon and Garfunkel

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Dripping down the alleyways
As I walked on

And when you ran to me, your
Cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand

And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh, I love you girl
Oh, I love you

FICTION

I was sitting facing the crowd. Seas of people moving about and without a clue as to what was happening around them.

Looking at them -

YOU enter my mind because YOU enter my space because YOUR lips touch my skin. I feel YOUR breath against me, near my heart, hearing YOUR air pass on by and circling me. It swallows me up.

I close my eyes and shiver and take YOUR face with my hand trying to make this kiss last. Feel YOUR mouth against my neck and not knowing who YOU are but being sure that it is YOU. 

People dissapear. I don’t care-

I cave in…to YOU.