CONTACT- STAY IN TOUCH
There a daydream flew by me,
As a sea of questions grew on me,
The dream came close enough to touch my cheek,
Cheekily cheating me yet every week,
When it nears, tangling in my hair,
And using my eyelashes as its chair,
It sits and I take in its grace,
As it exhales onto my face,
So close we are...
Two exhales more and it disappears yet again far...