Waking Dreams

Maybe there's simply a scent missing
a degree or two of temperature,
changed one way or the other,
my aura so aligned with yours every perception
is different when you aren't present.
There's simply no use in sleeping when
my heartbeat can ring out in time
with yours, or
knowing arms are empty when falling asleep,
no weight on my chest where you curl up...
Instead, I race across the gaps in our atoms
in my dreams, and even when in dreams,
I wonder if you are experiencing the same phenomenon.
If, when our spirits touch, your heartbeat thuds to the tempo of mine
and electricity sparks between parted lips...
When I wake up, it's because I can't kid my ears into thinking
they actually heard you say
'I love you'
becomes dreams can only take me so far...
My phone rings, and it's the lullaby I wrote
for you on the guitar.
I can't help but grin when you tell me about
the dream you just had.
'I love you' feels like silk across my skin, enveloping
me in waking dreams...