Winter Daydream

My mind
likes to wander
into your territory
sometimes
and make believe
it’s me in her place
holding your hand
on the beach
or laying next to you
in the night
listening to the
mottled owl screech
its warning
not to get too close—
so I keep my distance
even though
I can remember
your earthy smell
and the way
you tasted my skin—
and I pretend you aren’t
in another country—
and that if
you had a choice
you’d be next to me,
here, in mine.

 

 

 

DeMaris
1-17-17

“Danae” by Gustav Klimt, 1907

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