we had our next kiss,
deep in my dreams,
drenched in sunlight,
your eyes, held tightly to the sky,
keeping its colour for themselves,
and for so long,
my lips, my heart, tingling and trembling.
The soft winds of Spring wrap around our bodies,
pulling us closer,
and I am so close to heaven,
holding the nine of hearts in my pocket,
as you hold me in your arms.
Maybe March 8th,
maybe some other day,
but every night in my dreams,
until my dreams desert my mind and stand before me,
tall and tempting,
lips leaving me in flames.