I had a dream about you.
You were naked and didn’t care;
you said you had nothing left to hide.
It might have been the truth
or just what I wanted to believe.
We were in that place on the beach
that you don’t remember
because it never existed.
You told me to touch you
in a voice that might have been mine,
but I touched you all the same.
Your skin wasn’t porcelain,
it wasn’t electric to the touch, or cold.
It was only skin, but it was yours.
There was a sound under the tide outside:
whispered words I couldn’t make out,
but they didn’t matter next to you
and the lovers’ dance we’d never danced.
There was no music save for us
and the desperate sounds of love;
they speak more truth than words.
The world burned outside,
Babylon turned to dust,
but within Eden flowered
a paradise for us.
The dream was over and I woke
lying alone again.
I couldn’t remember when last
I’d held you in the night.
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