butonlyforalittlebit.

I had a dream

last night.

You were in it;

I was there.

We were together

by an open window –

the stars were out

in your eyes.

The smell of bougainvillea

whispered kisses

on our noses;

you said I could

lay my head on your shoulder,

butonlyforalittlebit

you said,

“I don’t want to fall in love.”

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