YOU. A poem in the making.

The sunshine on your body,
The movement in your chest.
Our hands entwined, like vines that make
Our Dickinsonesque nest.

Our eyes are locked in warm embrace,
Our hearts begin to kiss
As both of us are face to face
In dreams of utter bliss

I taste the sweetness of your skin
My heart beats faster still,
But unlike dreams where lovers win
I doubt we ever will.