Dreaming, Day 84

I dream of your distant presence
my fingers frantically trying to reach the soft feel of your skin
through the meshed web of uneven truths
and the hexagonal combs of memories I have collected
and placed side by side
of those seemingly insignificant moments
which I now crave like the sticky scent of honey

we finally unite
where the brushfire meets the fairytale world
of children’s imaginations;
its over exaggerated colours and creatures greeting us with
benevolent reminders of our past mistakes

I catch your tears like raindrops
on my tongue
and together we wipe the erratic colour from the world around us
until our mistakes are replaced with an empty whiteboard
ready to receive our equations of love
the ones we answered incorrectly so many times before

you fill my mouth with the right answers
and your minty breath;
I wake up with the taste of you on the tip of my tongue
breathing out the faint melody of your smile