Last night I dreamed you were making love to me.
We were there, under a large oak tree,
you lay beside me, breathing.
Then, wrapping your arms around my waist
you whispered sweetly into my ear.
We didn’t seem to care who saw,
who we were, or who we are.
Now, as I rise and walk to the shower
I feel you with me, the pleasure through me.
Feel your hands, like the roots of that oak tree,
spread over my body.
See your eyes like the bluest skies
lying about the reality
of why we are here.
now.
together.
whoa! nicely done - lots of emotional "stuff" in here. :)
ReplyDeleteAs always, impressed with 100 word poetry. And I do think, my dear, despite your protestations, you are finding your poetry legs. I hope you'll be exploring that more.
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