Dream or memory

You hold my body tightly.

Strong, but gentle grip.

I move my fingers slightly

Tracing your curved lip,

Feeling the rough stubble

Covering your chin.

You pull me even closer

Leaving no space between.

My head rests on your shoulder

Against your velvet skin.

You whisper to me softly

And heat becomes extreme.

My heart is loudly pounding,

Blood rushing to my cheeks,

But suddenly I m doubting

If it’s the truth you speak

And with a pain remember

Friend’s warning, that you trick.

As ghost or cloud or vapour

His body is withdrawn,

Just a golden shimmer

Left of his allure.

Hasty, not compliant

I wake up at dawn.

Long time ago I had him

And now he’s lost and gone.