On nights I dream that you love me
we are sitting in a stadium
in my mind. Our faces in the light,
you sit never exactly touching me
and unfurl glances
immaculate in nature. I am asking God
to let you come back from some faraway place.
My prayers are floating to the ceiling,
settling there. I want to touch you,
but this dream has borders
and the most I can do is memorize your profile;
The creases in your neck, small
anomalies of hair on your cheeks,
the raise of your eyebrows
when I ask if you will ever leave me.