I will dream of you. And look for you on the boat. And I will come find you, find you and bring you to me, and kiss you hard and pull away to see flames fall away from your lips.

And then I will wake up and look for you, barefoot and with one eye still closed with sleep. I will come looking for you, my feet wet with dew from walking across fields. And I will walk from my morning backwards into your last night and I will walk into this party looking for you. I will find you flush-cheeked and bright-eyed and I will stay by you and watch.

Because to look at you is the stuff of dreams.


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