Until I don’t have to imagine anymore

I imagined we spoke before the sun had risen as I stood

naked wet

in the shower lathered and loose,

I murmured French to your naked wet ears practicing for future encounters

and when you replied your accent sounded like

La Vie en Rose

in the bass clef.

The music continued over breakfast:

oatmeal brown sugar sliced banana rosemary and a cup of coffee,

alone

I felt it seeping into the crevices of my gums

filling a lake beneath my tongue

for us to dive into.

I imagined you me diving splashing in flannel sheets

my sighs dancing in your hair

a breeze through wind chimes

my fingers printing on your shoulders

a stamp on red wax seal,

Naked wet

I arched my spine into your chest

a yogi raising heart to heaven.

I imagined you me paralyzed naked wet with love

lying on our backs atop the sheets,

your hand sauntering from my bellybutton to my breasts

back and forth to calm our pulses into heart beats.

I whisper something

La Vie en Rose

You respond in English

to thrust me back––

***

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One response to “Until I don’t have to imagine anymore

  1. Pamela

    Absolutely beautiful!

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