#13 – Dream 4.13.22

DREAM 4.13.22


I rub his bare belly

like a Buddha

it’s smooth and firm


and warm


he laughs

as a secret


street lights

stop lights

moon light

shows a face

I shouldn’t see

and I wake


and tangled


if it’s just good fortune

or an explanation

of more than

I can grasp


Poem ©2022, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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