In Dreams

In a dream,
I held you from behind.

You leaned across the table,
I could see your back
through the jacket,
white shirt
and tee.

I remembered it
from a stolen glance
when you changed
your shirt behind
the car door
on a hot day.

It was all
I ever got.

But in dreams,
I hold you from behind.
Your back pressed
against me,
my cheek on
the skin
that I had a peek of.

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