For the Length of a Kiss (monologue)

I have the same dream every night. When there was no moon and no stars. When her hair brushed gently on my chest. Our lips touching, her nails digging into my skin. The sound of our breathing drowned by the song of the wind in the trees and the feeling of the hard ground beneath us.

I can still taste her on his lips when I wake, but she is gone. I have forgotten her voice, I can't see her face. I spend my day waiting for the dreams to come, for the darkness where I belong to her. Where my lips are hers to kiss, my skin hers to taste, my hands to hold. I have the same dream every night. But with each dream something is lost to the darkness, her name, her eyes, the shape of her body, her perfume. Slowly she disappears.

I hold her against the darkness for the length of a kiss. I wake with her on my lips, but she is gone.