Dreams

I want your fingers
Through my hair
Not just the winds
Cool touch

I want your breath
On my neck
The fires white heat
Isnt comforting anymore

But you're not here
Anymore
Its not like the past
I wish it was
But its not.

These things
They only appear
In these drunken dreams
Of mine

Can you realize
Why now,
Of all times,
Sleep is my
Lifeline?

-k.m.s-