Kindle in the fire

Last night I dreamed
that your kiss wasn't toxic
and that your words rang true
that your hair was still blond and
these hands traveled you
from head to toe
your lips spread for me.

Keeping to your words
I sang a tune of awe
to the smile that you gave me
and I learned to kiss
without my lips.

If only you'd let me
have some more time
with your soft caress
this dream of mine
would have been
just another reminder
instead of a lost wish
upon a well where the lost
children end up dead.