In my imagination
the presence of you
sustains me
I feel your warm breath
on my neck
Moist kisses causing
my body to tingle
Your craggy smile
lifting me above
petty concerns
The heat of your
self-contained anger
doesn’t threaten me
Your wanderlust
a constant
does
does
Your absence
present
in my imagination
Ellecee.
Inspired by Friday’s prompt
Just one last word - Imagination
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Just one last word - Imagination
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Hello, everyone,
I’ve commented on each of your offerings but
the comments appear to be floating in cyberspace
Please know that I’ve enjoyed each and every one.
Merry Christmas
Ohh... this seems hopeful, but maybe not... the wanderlust and absence a threat. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas back to you! Best wishes for the whole season.
Yes, there are gremlins about in cyberspace. Many of us are having trouble commenting. I hope soon that absence becomes a presence. Happy holidays.
ReplyDeleteFeeling all warm and cuddly after reading your poem ~~~~
ReplyDeleteThis is like riding a sea-saw. Mysterious and unpredictable.
ReplyDeleteThe threat of the absence makes it a bit stark
ReplyDeleteThe yearning of needing someone who isn't there... for whatever reason, isn't easy.
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