Dreams and aches

Body melting with every touch,

My skin still tingling from any nudge.

The place your hand was, still alive,

Unforgettable with space and time.

Better and sweeter than honey,

I always thought of you as funny.

But, as tables turned, scorching hot,

My calm now broken, it could not

Stop the pain you had left behind

By me not getting you off my mind.

As I awake from my slumber,

No trace left behind, only wonder.

Fülöp Csenge XII. H