Midnight Dreams
I feel your breath
touch your words,
Even though you're not here.
No cells needed
distance just eight letters of lonely,
Succumbing to the feel
of your sweet whispers near.
I feel your eyes
touch your thoughts,
Far and away in the clear.
Velvet brush dipped
in new discoveries
a painting entwined
in the artistry of two,
Passioned from the well
deep into the heart of you.
I feel your wishes
touch your dreams,
In the midnight of us.