Traces

In my mind I trace you.
Your jaw, your shoulder, your fingers.
You're not here.
I dream of romance, but what would I know about boys, love and grassy fields?
I don't know your name and I don't know your smile.
I try and imagine the shivers you'll give me, I honestly try.
But what do I know about men, passion and secret forests?
I think about the way you'll say me name and that look you'll give when you introduce me to your friends.
You'll be my treasure, and I'll be yours.
Inseparable, hopelessly insane.
But, what would I know about those deep brown eyes?
What would I know about those candlelit dances?
What would I know about a prolonged kiss, a secret kiss, a remembered kiss, a dizzying kiss, a goodbye kiss, a joyous kiss?
I trace you in my imagination.
I lie in my bed, my eyes closed and trace your jaw, your shoulder, your fingers.
What would I know about your boyish hair?
But I trace it anyway.
I trace your mouth, your chest, your heart.
I hold you and forever kiss you in the dark.