would you kiss me in my sleep.

I'd wake with the taste of you weeping on my skin. The memory of a languid warmth - your touch in a distant dream.

would you kiss me in my sleep, would you love me when I could not know you've loved me. Would you let me pretend you have loved me, though you do not love me .

No matter, who's to say your lips have, or haven't met me in my sleep - nights tongue is heavily held, morning knows not, and I, asleep.

pathetically, i'll compare my skin to a cat- your kiss to my breath and poison, my sleep to box. I'll leave the box unopened, and I'll hope and know that you have kissed me in my sleep whilst never kissing me in my sleep.

ill know you have loved me, whilst never loving me.