In all honesty, its a brutal beautiful whimsical place to hide
I can see the colors and hear the songs
fascinated with wishes and golden daydreams
and I imagine I’m pressed against your back
arm wrapped around to feel your heartbeat
and kisses that say I love you
when my fingertips are whispering
and my eyes are closed as I picture
infinity and forever
what does the universe smell like?
Is there a hotdog stand at the edge
proclaiming the beginning and the end?
I’ll never understand why I can daydream I touch you
but never feel you.
Like a dimension that was scraped out and thrown away.
It should exist, and its there, right at the edge of my mind,
where the taste and scent and feel of you somehow drift away.
Smoke and vapor and shadow and faded.
Worn out and used up and fell apart
with every wish and hope and dream.
And so I rebuild and construct and devise this plan
to remember every detail
of lips and lashes and wrinkles and smell and taste.
And I’m the dingy in the dinghy lost out in the dark,
Black water and black sky,
reflections of you the only light…………..
Mesmerized and tantalized
and wishful thinking