Even in dreams, I remain yours.
I have come for none other.
The smell of chai spice pours skyward from the pot of boiling water.
Vapour blessing the room like sage humbly burned.
Pealing recalling things and those missed.
Blushing cheeks and bitten lip.
I have seen the city skies from on high; they light up like an introspective brain’s neural network.
Psst. Wake up.
Pushing my nose deeply into your neck,
to inhale; get your smell.
I wish to entwine the two;
Make the aroma of chai ever tied to the scent of you.
I remind myself to not forget this, mine intent,
whilst batting this piece of your thin skin with
the feathers of my eyelashes.