Dream



A gentle kiss
On the tip of my shoulder
Enough to stir me, but,
Not wake me up
The dark brown eyes staring at me
The dream I would always love to see
The dream pleasantly broken -
By the touch of fingers running through my hair
Enough to make me look back at you,
With dreamy eyes and lips curving into a smile -
I know, then, for sure -
I can forget the dream for a while...