in dreams it comes as warmth.
like down inside soft cotton
like the bottom lip full
like a flutter in my belly from your
resting just so.
and I open.
my mind opens
like silk draped between legs.
and I think in big words.
bigger than "life"
words like "love" and "passion" and "hope"
and it always comes back to "grace"
and dreams of grace
and the sunlight on your face at that moment
when neither of us had to say love.
neither of us needed to because it was
so all around and deep inside and flowing
in every direction
like the air we breathe.
breaths apart now, it is still real.
what we had was not a daydream.
what we had did not end
because you gave up.
what we had is still being had
in the soft kiss of night.