I imagined kissing you slowly—
your lips finally finding mine as your hand ran the length of my thigh,
your heat and the safety your shape brings me
as you leaned over me
I imagined meeting your gaze
in the darkness and from only the light of your eyes
knowing we chose this together—
falling in love again.
I imagined after so long,
after all the time and the hope that had collected
what it would be like to release in to you,
I imagined how after exposing
ourselves openly honest, raw,
how it would feel to lay together again.
To make love.
To choose love.
But it was all just my imagination and illusion is cruel.
My lips are dry and my legs feel weak.
I’m alone in the darkness,
Closing my eyes, falling into a dream of you
Surrendering to sleep and time and
The truths I laid out for myself.
For in reality,
in letting each other go,
we loved on still.
Author: Tiffany Anderson
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Photo: Flickr/Ian Norman