Linger
I dreamed of you last night.
We laughed as we walked through
a park. Our children played
near, calling for us to watch
them slide fast or swing high.
I dreamed of you last night.
Your hazel eyes followed
me. A smile touched your lips.
I could not resist them.
You tasted like cinnamon.
I dreamed of you last night.
Our breaths mingled as our
bodies joined. You cried my
name and shuddered as did
I. Then you turned away.
I dreamed of you last night.
I wandered through a house
empty of your presence,
footsteps echoing, air
quiet, still, and cold.
The children live with you.
I never taste your lips.
We have turned away.
Our love is still and cold, but
I dreamed of you last night.
Copyright 2014 by Stephen B. Bagley. All rights reserved. No copying without express permission of the author and publisher. This poem was published in a different form in EndlesS, copyright 2008 by Many Rivers Harbor.
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