slow and steady breathing--
the chorus of soft exhales and
deep sighs, perfectly in tune.

warm breath on my neck, a
heavy arm draped around my
waist-- the lovers embrace.

but i'm not your lover, i'm not
your girl, hell, i don't even know
who you are.

you're dreaming i'm someone else,
and it's probably the best dream
you've had in a long while.

your breathing is distracting me from
remembering where i am, who you are,
and what happened.

the telltale signs are evident, but my denial
debunks the clothes -- or lack of, the smell,
the taste.

i've done it again.