Something happens in a daydream. A hand
trails over skin like sunlight. Outside
there’s sin, and the calls of a lost city.
A city dipped like an ochre-dawn. In quiet
moments, your breath is on mine, like
salvation; like forgiveness. But in time,
names for love elude us. We breathe in dirt
and cough up bones, until a new world,
like the birth of a star, is raked across
your skin. Now leaving is all I have.
Unlike memories. Unlike your mouth.
I catch myself thinking of you, adrift, lost in thought, walking through… wisps and tufts of fluffy clouds, on a sunny day; I feel like tumbling, tossing and turning, in this mayhem of fantasies, foolish possibilities; Biting my lip, smiling, as I lay, on the sofa, in the veranda or on the beach, a forgotten book beside me, wherever I maybe; An imagination taking hold of me; It is a new feeling, like a freshly laundered handkerchief, smelling of jasmines, and prim roses, tempting me with a day dream.