#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

hot

and tangled

wondering

if it’s just good fortune

or an explanation

of more than

I can grasp

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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.