To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern,

I’m writing to inform you
of a peculiar dream that I had.

A beam of light as gold as honey,
pours into my apartment and drenches
the white popcorn walls in a reverberating warmth
that makes me forget that I’m so cold.

There you are standing in my kitchen, holding a coffee,
glowing so brightly that you could challenge the sun.
I stretch out naked, soaking up your rays.
Slowly I melt, finding peace within your gaze.

I wake up. I am starving for you.