When I think of you

Thinking of you is sometime
all that I care to do.

Sitting, standing, staring blankly at the wall,
a television or
out of a plate glass window;
seeing only your smile.

Would that I could feel your naked embrace,
taste your heated breath, whisper softly in excited tones
as we roll over the damp smooth sheets in perfect surrender.

All that might be.
A dream so true.
All the while
passing us by in muted
sounds
and mystical shades and hues.

Shall I share with you that vision;
or would it better suit that
we simply play.

Play
that we might not touch
the place where so many lives intersect.

In the realm where I dream
There are no consequences.
In the world where I live there are many.

No dream is without inspiration.
No love without cost.
Share that which gives you pause.
As in the pause resides salvation.