I think we are gonna be friends

I dream of water festivals and windy beaches
I dream of brisk walks in bare feet
I dream of blackberry jams and crisp peaches
I dream of juice both soft and sweet
I dream of holding hands and exchanging glances
I dream of gentle brushes of the lips
I dream of warm and dark intimate dances
I dream of smiles shared over drinks between sips
I dream of sleeping in a pile of limbs and laughs
I dream of quietly watching you think
I dream of reciting you poetry and rough drafts
I dream you’ll love them even though they stink

I dream of living each day as if it were new
But most of all, I dream simply of you