To feel your skin on mine

just one more time…

what I wouldn’t give.

It seems that I can’t escape you.

You’re always parading my mind.

Flashing your beauty,

lingering on the fields of my imagination.

Gracefully gliding through the tall grass.

So vivid and real,

and yet I can’t touch you,

I can only imagine how soft your oak skin would feel,

How warm you would feel against me.

The torture of having you so clearly in my mind,

only to have you ripped from my grasp upon opening my eyes.

It tears me up inside every time.