i still remember it, the dream,
bohemian sheets and christmas lights
in an airstream unlike where you lived.
you smelled of cigarettes and gin,
grinning from ear to ear, walking in
with a boisterous story to share,
guitar in the corner, a sunset
peering through the doorway.
you were dirty, and it was alluring,
the way i could see you weren’t aware
of just how attractive you are. 
before, before didn’t matter, there is just now
that moment, when your lips cease moving,
and your eyes spoke of reciprocity.
the rest, the rest doesn’t matter, there is just then,
a memory not-to-be, a dream amongst the dreamless,
but for a second i believed you could want,
could devour, someone like me.