turn me into a dream

the dream calls to me,
the brunette hair
walking side by side,
hands colliding

intertwined in time
beat by beat, feet
in front of feet
the moment is

fleeting; my eyes
are stuck to the
back of your body
I keep wondering

when our eyes
will meet; but
we keep this beat
of left & right
slow & fast

there's no
in-between but
a dream that dances
across scenery

a/n: recurring, turning dreams