overly poetic

it is early morning

i have drank ample scotch
     to keep an elephant down
yet
i rise
     awoken by the dream
 

i sit at a table

you stare at me
     from across the room
i am sentient of you
    before i turn
 

our eyes lock focus

       and we reel fleetingly
          in our communal restlessness
            both of us own that t-shirt
 

my heart it slumps

    rather hastily
        into my stomach
on the way to you
     i beam
our eyes engaged
       still
commitment
      in our gaze
 

golden-haired radiance

   environs you
       and no-one else
as i close
    you whisper
     “i love you”
      from behind
          a composed smile

i reply

    “i know”
      the marked nervous giggle ensues
 

this is you in my dream

         though it may be overly poetic

~csr