Clap you hands
Open your eyes
Take a breath
It’s all right
It was a dream
It wasn’t what it seemed
I wasn’t there
You weren’t here
It wasn’t your hair in my face
Your lips on mine
My hands on your breasts
Your legs around mine
It wasn’t our scent in the air
The headboard banging on the wall
The sounds we make together
That happen when the sun goes down
The moans, groans and the laughter
Holding onto you was a dream
I clapped my hands
And you were gone
From the couch
With mittens on I type these words
Trying to get back to sleep
Back by your side
On wrinkled sheets
Like we always do
Melting into a cube of ice
Freezing a fiery torch in time
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