Waking Dreaming

In the day of waking,
i still feel
the pressure of
your fingertips;
my lips tingle
to the fragility of
your lips;
my hands quaver
to the coursing of
your back;
my fingers thrill
at the touch of
your hands;
my skin bears
the heat of
your skin;
my eyes still drink
the light of
your eyes,
in the night of dreaming.