
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
hot
and tangled
wondering
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.