A Dream By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com On these lips, your name, Uttered in the waking hours. Behind these lids, your face Seems to all-consume, devour. On these fingertips, I imagine What it would be like to feel you; In these arms, I dream That you would embrace me too. Upon these lips, a whisper, Hushed in this lonely room. In my fantasies, you tell me That you love me, too. BACK