You reached into a dream,

licking me back to

the place I would know was real

where I could determine

if I wanted to wake

or continue the unconsciousness.

I laid there

in between the realms

trying to gather

the sensation

of lips on mine,

fingers knotted in my hair,

legs pressed into pretzels,

and the weight of you

entering the place of oblivion.

Never opening my eyes,

I let my fingertips guide you

while you left crumbs

tracing the path

back,

further,

distantly

into the unknown….