Caves

I am in an acute state of longing and it is not your fault, but it is:
For the past two nights I have dreamt of you. On the first night—
You and your ladylove resolved to drive me across the country.
I felt safe, even coddled in some way; I was not uncomfortable.
I think I was only happy to be in your presence, as well as hers.
On the second night—You and I together jogged through caves.
I led the way and we ran with joy. I felt your body behind mine.
I can still feel you now, but when I recall your face, neck, hair—
I do not admire your profile. And I do not admire my own, either.