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Daydream

Prone to daydreams as I am, the memory of your touch is an invitation.

    Childlike bodies on a devious bed, numerous and
    ignored. Come into my cocoon?

          There’s just we two as far as I’m concerned
              and I have learned
          that the electricity conducted by your touch
              is much
          more precious than the kiss of sleep.
          The dreams won’t keep, but
                  This
          I’ll treasure.

    Don’t slip away so soon, dear.
    Wait until dawn to disappear.


My mind is a roomful of mirrors, and after-images of sweet possibility
          stretch into
              Infinity.

Author notes

Written while remembering and staring out a window at the airport.

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  • n.e.o.n
    November 1

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    An interesting interpetation. I must say I really liked this. The sensuality is very clear, but soft as well. Nice job and keep up the good work.