With little imagination, my mind focuses on a simple dream.
Your whispered desires, breathy in my ear.
Hot-skinned fingertips stroking my arm.
And your lips, long unslaked, finally upon my own.
No history of a kiss, this intimate hello, currently directs us.
Yet, with certainty my mouth will know you.
Our connection, christened by sighs and tongue,
finally realized in person as it was in a vision.
Designed by years and separate experience,
that future moment sits impatiently in my soul.
I recognize the insignificance to others;
as they may pass us with no regard to the occasion.
But I embrace its importance.
A climax to our shared past.
A door to possibility.
An invitation to explore.
Only understood by other dreamers,
the poets and musicians preceding us.
Like the Oracle at Delphi,
with their lyrical words, they guided us to each other.
A brief interlude, perhaps, will be that kiss.
However, a bond that has claimed us.
And though hesitant to declare this connection,
my mind focuses on this simple dream.