Dolan Doran

laying in bed,
half in, half out...
the dream realm just
out of my reach.
...

Looking in your eyes
a dark brown, with a hint of gold fire.
So dark, I want to get lost in them.
In those luscious eyes.
...

laying here, thinking.
how good would it feel?
would you be gentle?
would it hurt?
...

talking to you.
listening to them.
No chance to speak.
Too much.
...

we sat down that day,
in the warm sun, on the wavy hills.
We looked around,
and oh what a precious thing
...