***I had these dreams in them I learned to play guitar.

Bold.

You can't be anything less.

And last night,

I dreamed I was.

I needed you.

I pulled you aside,

at musical practice,

"What?"

You asked.

I wrapped my arms around you.

Holding you tight.

Breathing in your scent.

Ungaro, with something else.

Gamey and musky.

Slightly sweet.

Intoxicating.

After what seemed like a blissful forever,

but was probably only seconds.

I loosened my grip.

"That's all I needed."

I lied.

I turned around.

walked back to practice

You followed.

We were talking,

in a group.

With Christie

(funny how dreams are),

and a few others.

We stood side by side

And I felt impulsive.

So I turned and kissed you,

right there in front of everyone.

Your lips were warm and familiar.

I didn't want to give them back up.

But I did,

quickly,

leaving you hungry for more.

But you acted like you didn't care.

I needed a ride home from you,

and your dad came late.

You slipped your arm around my waist,

as we waited alone.

You kissed me like the world was ending,

and I was all that could save it.

When you finally broke for air,

you leaned in

whispering into my hair

"God damnit. I've missed you."

You said between labored breaths.

"I haven't."

I replied,

lying again,

and walked away.