Poetry

I hope that you think of me

At least dream the dreams that I do

with visuals of me and you hands intertwined

as we sip wine in front of a wicker basket

filled with homemade dishes, and that basket wishes

it could mimic the way our fingers interlock

while we sit without shoes or socks

allowing sand to grace our feet, whose soles

cling to those cool grains of this tropical dessert in Fall.

All while I stare at your lips and dream of their carress.

A kiss with the taste of honey, a high like euphoria,

and the feel you want more of. Like falling into plush pillows.

Then I wake from my dream in the crux of total bliss,

with you giggling at my slow blinks, and I laugh and think,

or at least hope you feel the same way about me.

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If eyebrows were umbrellas

I would stare into your pupils

without fret of clouds around me.

You'd smile and a gust of wind would

blow from underneath the umbrella

to propel me upward, above clouds

to a realm where sunshine reigns

and only thoughts of you shroud my mind