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I've had a dream for some time now
More vivid than it should be
Novel, storyline, everything
played out.

I meet the train at 9:50
It steams at my feet,
warms my hands, and
lights the bags under my eyes.
My hair is long and chocolate brown,
falling just below my shoulders,
waved like candy ribbons, and
tied off to the side with an old friendship bracelet.

My gloves are ripped finger-less
with no intention
and my fingertips are frozen,
my left hand around a cup of tea,
the right holding the plastic handle of
my hand-me-down guitar case.
The mug holds cold tea
the ceramic cracked
I push my lips to it and
squish my face in a bitter twist,
stepping into the car.

Once in motion, I let the train take hold
lulling me to sleep
until soft hands take my face.
To lips, to eyes
to fingertips
laced.
Out into snow,
flecking faces with moisture
coating long jackets
dusting our shoes

I push the frost from your hair,
an excuse for my favorite interaction,
and watch the smile swell across your face.
My lips find your hairline
unlaced hand of fingers reaches for your back.
With a laugh my smile gently kisses your forehead
and our eyes meet in a long awaited greeting.
The three months prior had been hell.
Chicago is cold
city and people.
"You're top in your classes."
Mimicking the words of a proud mother.
My reply
"but empty
when it comes to pocket change."

You are baffled by the way
my hair lacks luster,
my ribs stick your hands.
"I'm sorry I've changed"
meek words escape my mouth
terrified I may have let you down.
"Yes, baby, you're different..."
your eyes are soft
almost smoldering
against frostbitten skin.
"...your hair is long
your face is thin.
But look closely in my eyes..."
hands pressed to my cheeks
lips embraced
the soft touch I missed
for far too long.
The elegance of Romantic languages
in the movement of your
tongue, hips, lips, hands.

"Your kiss...
is still the same.
Telling me everything I need to know
about the way you love me.
The way you've missed me.
and the way you never
want to let me go."
In the moment I can imagine
a Christmas card
animated snapshots
Kisses, smiles
long jackets, snow.

We're classic figures in a snowglobe
the two everyone wants to be
but we can't see anything
except the snow and
the clouds of warm breath
surrounding us in our embrace

Description
I've had a dream for some time now
More vivid than it should be
Novel, storyline, everything
played out.

I meet the train at 9:50
It steams at my feet,
warms my hands, and
lights the bags under my eyes.
My hair is long and chocolate brown,
falling just below my shoulders,
waved like candy ribbons, and
tied off to the side with an old friendship bracelet.

My gloves are ripped finger-less
with no intention
and my fingertips are frozen,
my left hand around a cup of tea,
the right holding the plastic handle of
my hand-me-down guitar case.
The mug holds cold tea
the ceramic cracked
I push my lips to it and
squish my face in a bitter twist,
stepping into the car.

Once in motion, I let the train take hold
lulling me to sleep
until soft hands take my face.
To lips, to eyes
to fingertips
laced.
Out into snow,
flecking faces with moisture
coating long jackets
dusting our shoes

I push the frost from your hair,
an excuse for my favorite interaction,
and watch the smile swell across your face.
My lips find your hairline
unlaced hand of fingers reaches for your back.
With a laugh my smile gently kisses your forehead
and our eyes meet in a long awaited greeting.
The three months prior had been hell.
Chicago is cold
city and people.
"You're top in your classes."
Mimicking the words of a proud mother.
My reply
"but empty
when it comes to pocket change."

You are baffled by the way
my hair lacks luster,
my ribs stick your hands.
"I'm sorry I've changed"
meek words escape my mouth
terrified I may have let you down.
"Yes, baby, you're different..."
your eyes are soft
almost smoldering
against frostbitten skin.
"...your hair is long
your face is thin.
But look closely in my eyes..."
hands pressed to my cheeks
lips embraced
the soft touch I missed
for far too long.
The elegance of Romantic languages
in the movement of your
tongue, hips, lips, hands.

"Your kiss...
is still the same.
Telling me everything I need to know
about the way you love me.
The way you've missed me.
and the way you never
want to let me go."
In the moment I can imagine
a Christmas card
animated snapshots
Kisses, smiles
long jackets, snow.

We're classic figures in a snowglobe
the two everyone wants to be
but we can't see anything
except the snow and
the clouds of warm breath
surrounding us in our embrace