Sleepwalking

Just when I think it’s put to rest,
You continue to haunt me in my sleep.
Strange things, too many intersections of fantasies when my eyes are closed. The chance to finally run my fingers through your curls,
To touch without restraint,
Nothing forbidding everything we’ve imagined,
Molecules electrified and awakened after dreaming for far too long.
We’re open.
We sleep so peacefully. But then we wake exhausted,
Ruined and wanting to return to slumber,
To each other.
And then under an audience, we slip past one another,
Touching each other’s air,
Clinging to the other’s essence,
Holding it in secrecy,
But with a cordial, “Good morning, how are you?”
We’re left wanting to say so much more.
With lingering eyes, as you walk away forlorn,
You tell me your waking hours have been fitful too.
Only at night are we safe.
Only in sleep can we be intertwined.
