Pink, Crooked, Tears

I had a dream

Where you were in black,

A starched cravat tied simply,

Pink carnation in hand and a crooked tilt on those lips,

They formed around the letters of my name,

Warm breath against my cheek,

Sweet oh so tempting scent lingering,

Long and strong, your fingers slide between mine,

Secrets whispered up a trail to my ear,

Deep teasing,

Your laughter were at my blush,

Shivers running in our spines,

You press patience into my hand,

Smile at the sun,

Words of parting,

Sweet sorrow hope longing sadness,

I woke up,

Pink carnation in hand,

Crooked smile on lips,

Tears in eyes.