I loll in bed
in a bubble of memory
and there you are
in my arms again.
I feel your muscular chest
against mine,
inhale the scent
of your warm skin.
I don’t see how this
could be a dream.
Anyway, I’m awake
happily.
happily.
Another poem for dVerse's Quadrille 3: bubble, as we are encouraged to double bubble.
Beautiful, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I long to loll in bed. But I have a dog who insists on going Out very early in the morning. LOL.
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Bubbles real inOW..;)
Fond memories of one who is lost to you ...those are precious ...especially when they allow you to be awake happily!
ReplyDeleteSweet memories brought to life in dreams.
ReplyDelete"I loll in bed in a bubble of memory"....love this.
Oh.. Love the loll in the bubble.. Such wonder in memories.
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