IMAGINATION

IMAGINATION

2018

The imagination is a powerful thing,

I seem to recall perfectly a kiss

You say didn’t happen.

I could have imagined how exactly you taste,

The shape and texture of your lips.

In my mind I experienced it.

I imagine you’ve imagined too.

Mirror images

Moving in sync

A dance you can’t hide your knowledge of

It’s as natural to you as the heave of a heavy sigh

Breath through lungs

Water to the parched and dry

Here we are ignoring the perfection of nature.

Staying uncomfortably rolled to one side

A turtle on its back.

When I kiss your fingers 

I want you to open your fist

Go completely slack

To my adoration

And soak it in. 

Showering caresses, explorative kisses,

You are still wearing your jacket and boots.

My imagination rides me 

The way I know you want to. 

Every delectable thought heats my coursing blood.

All your inner reasoning cannot temper me

Or slow my desire.

Yes, I am imagining, psychic 

You, however can tell me no.  

And with respect, I’ll withdraw into my own mind.

BUT I can’t help but over hear! 

When I am sure I can stand, I try.

My legs go slack shaking

You stand admiring 

Smiling 

Knowing 

Exactly what I was thinking.

The air has a crisp violence in it

The smell of fall

I smile a bit back 

Knowing that every step forward I take 

No matter what

Will seem like an attack.

I am aching for the day you try to get me back.

You have a well hidden sadistic streak.

I do want you to pin me down and make me squirm.

All the other women in the world

But trying to figure you out makes me tick.

We both feel balanced on the edge

To cut asunder 

Or to fall in?

Love, 

Can you imagine?