I use to adventure.
Since I was in junior high lucid dreaming was a form of escapism but eventually, slowly, it grew into a sort of fantastical safe haven from my day in day out existence.
I’d say reality but that label is definitely subjective from me, to you.
Last night I dreamt of your face reflecting as angelic as ever before in the mirror of that room. It’s been nearly 7 years since I’ve seen you in person or held your body.
Yet the curves of your torso and waist and hips felt like yesterday. I could taste you like my morning coffee with more sugar than I need. And best or worst of all, everything being subjective, you smiled at me through that mirror like tomorrow we would wake up together.
Perhaps it was only my smile, that I finally found in yours.
Most rebel rebel of them all,
Who’s the deepest brick in the wall.
I know it’s kinda early in the morning but I wish I had more than two hands so I could spank you, smack you, choke you, tease you, fondle you and pull your hair simultaneously while you suck on my fingers between the moments when I pause everything to turn your face for a deep and heavy kiss.
I am most saddened because there is no one to come home to.
When you said you’d be mine forever I didn’t realize when you left how true that really was. You’re in my thoughts when I wake and when I slumber. You suffocate my future and you encompass my past.
In the end, I think if I knew how you would haunt me I still would have kissed you on that late walk home. Because now when I walk alone, I’m really not. And I guess I have you to thank for this feeling of always being in love even if it’s just a shadows memory.