Your sweet breath kisses my neck

And your fingertips leave a trail of stars down my spine.

I am saturated in your warmth.

The vibrations rooted in our chests collide with the pounding of our hearts.

Our stems twist toward the sun, entwined,

And our virgin petals breathe for the first time.

You reek of dirt and coconut.

But in reality

I'm lying frozen solid, alone in my bed,

Because you

Aren't

Real.