Nightmare

Having a déjà vu feeling that somehow manages

to tighten the muscles along your back, then

like a giant mosquito tiptoeing across your spine,

breathing, if it could, soft wafts of air at your neck.

Already you are a nervous wreck;

palms, the insides of your arms, and the back of your knees

are sweating. Heart starts pounding, and you swallow,

a few times just to get it right. Closing your eyes

trying to picture the memory running away,

and all that is left is just a faceless face

reminding you of … you.

POOF You wake up and the dream starts over again.

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I Wonder

I wonder where she is
That one girl to make me giggle uncontrollably
as if I was being tickled by a dozen invisible hands.
The one who knows the starts, finishes and even
the sentence before I even think it.
The one who makes my skin tingle like
I was being prodded by feathers.
The one who can turn my heart to putty with a single glance,
and both hands tied behind her back.
The one that fits in my arms seamlessly,
like we were meant to be like two puzzle pieces.
The one who is crazier than me but that might be a bad thing.
The one who makes my breath catch no matter the time.
The one who I can share the adventure of life with
hooting and hollarin' away.
The one that knows how to be a child again
though we both know we shouldn't.
the one I can laugh with for no reason whatsoever
and to be fine with that.
I wonder.