I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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25 February 2016

I Loll in Bed

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

Another poem for dVerse's Quadrille 3: bubble, as we are encouraged to double bubble.


  1. Lovely. I long to loll in bed. But I have a dog who insists on going Out very early in the morning. LOL.

  2. Real
    aS imaGiNatTioN
    Bubbles real inOW..;)

  3. Fond memories of one who is lost to you ...those are precious ...especially when they allow you to be awake happily!

  4. Sweet memories brought to life in dreams.
    "I loll in bed in a bubble of memory"....love this.

  5. Oh.. Love the loll in the bubble.. Such wonder in memories.