at the thought of your hand in my messy, tangled hair--

at the thought of opening my resting eyes to find you looking at me--

i feel this stiff bed with exposed springs that always manage to catch my skin

suddenly get much softer

i sink into it and it transforms into the hotel bed we shared

and i can almost hear your heart beat

as if my head was laying on your chest again

and i was gazing upward only to find the necklace i gave you hanging from your neck, under a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt

you make this flood i feel turn into a spring rain

one where i don't even need my umbrella

i just need to slip on rain boots for dancing shoes