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Poetry & Art

Quarantine Dreams

I have good days
And I have bad days
Most days I can’t wait to end
Just get to 8:30 then I can go to bed. 

I get under the covers
Soles of my feet together, knees out wide
One hand on my belly, one hand on my heart
But you are on my mind. 

I finally drift away
Things are dark and empty
No dreams
Just sleep
But that’s okay. 

Next thing I know – You’re here too
We’re in my kitchen your hands rest on on my hips
We’re in the same room, skin to skin, lips to lips
Man, I miss this. 

It’s 2am I wake up thirsty
I part my mouth, I lick my lips
I’m in the center of the bed, you’re not on either side.
I part my mouth, I take a few sips
I lay back down and realize the downside. 

The downside
Of dreaming of you
bringing me closer and closer
But only to see how far we are
Bringing me closer and closer
But only to imagine.
      But only to dream. 

I try to go back to sleep, change the scene
Take me back to a place better than reality. 

We’re on my porch bundled up drinking tea
I part my mouth, I lick my lips
I look at you, you’re looking at me
I part my mouth, I take a few sips.

I have good days
And I have bad days
Most days I don’t want to end
I dread 8:30, I don’t want to go to bed. 

Don’t let me drift away
Where things are dark and empty
No dreams
Just sleep
I really just want you to stay. 

I’m happy here – sharing tea and touch with you
We write poems and swim in the sea
I kiss you all over and you hold me
Our bodies intertwine and we fall asleep. 

It’s 6am I wake thinking maybe I’m a masochist
I part my mouth, I lick my lips
I’m in the center of the bed you’re not on either side
I lay back down and realize the downside.

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