I saw her lips
And reached out
To trace them
But I couldn’t
Stretch that far:
It was just
Imagination,
Not like I could
Kiss them,
Here, in real time.
I closed my eyes
To feel her
Firm hands
Tracing me
Reaching mine.
And she was
Dreamt right
Back to me.
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