tactile sense

I remember you
touching me, from a dream
I always wake up from too soon.
I know you're here with me,
right here

in this new memory,
we're singing snatches of our song -

you haven't got the words, but
I haven't got the tune.

You've got it locked up
like a secret
one to never be repeated
and I feel you moving over me,

and I'm this close to begging you,

And we will be completed.
As you whisper
something I can't catch,

I'll say it back to you
And that
will be just ours,
for no one else. We'll fall asleep
for once, both knowing
this time

we will keep it.