Dreamer

I watch
over your back
as it rises and falls,
and I sigh,
wanting to hold this moment
forever,
but only sometimes,
because other times,
I have other thoughts
and dreams
I want to come for us,
but I know not now,
I know maybe not ever,
but I am a dreamer,
and I think of these things.

I am a dreamer,
and I wish for the clouds
to cushion your head
and take away your tension
with their curving mists,
and to always be there for you,
when I cannot be.

I am a dreamer,
and I wish for the sun
to warm your hands and feet
so that you will never shiver
in cold, fear, or pain,
but only the happy shiver
of delight.

On nights like this,
I clutch at what I can
to pretend it is you,
to pretend it can provide
the same support,
the same feeling
I get from being near you,
but it carries no weight in my arms.

You weigh me down,
but the weight I want,
the weight I long to caress
all night
with my hands, my mouth,
with my heart, my words.

You ground me
with all of my dreams,
while creating more
with your every gesture.
You make me stop
and wonder
if you just said--
if you just did--
that,
and I know the moment is there,
better than my dreams
could ever make it.

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