Wispy beams of early light
caress your skin
peaceful slumber
golden dawn alights
copper glimmering curls
whisper "touch me"
Open hand poised over torso
soft rise and fall
parallels breathing
warmth of sun on knuckles
heat from chest on palm
no contact
Ribbons of sun stroke up
across neck
nose hovers over nape
face cradled over shoulders
faint breath stirs you
hairs rise in response
still
no contact
Gossamer rills kiss your lips
forefinger reaches out
floating millimeters away
tracing gentle curves
mouth pauses over yours
delicate exhale
barest touch
Eyes flash open
you sit up, searching
subtle scent of mint
lingering connection
Did you dream me?
You touch your lips
and smile
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