Imagine a Day (Poem...not set on the title though)

Ok...here is another poem, with a topic I was asked to write about. Turns out my heart isn't as cold as I thought.


Deep inside the belly of a home,
at the top of the stairs
and staring out a window,
I am reflecting on a willow tree.
Not weeping, but waving in the wind at me;
and I would like to think, through my thoughtful
reflection, that my imaginings are locked with yours.

These images take shape in clouded
thought bubbles, like speech boxes
in a comic book. But long enough to reach
you on the other side of the world.

The clouded thoughts of you are shrouded
with wispy wonderings…mental photographs
of what you could look like, if I remembered you…
if I know you. Either way I know I’m with you.

And looking up at the sky
I can almost see the curvature; a contact lens
sitting on top of a spiraling dome
and I’m left watching our reflection
and what my day would be like

waking up next to you. No makeup,
hair mussed up; but, I am up watching you
anyway. Beautiful anyway. And now I’m pleading
with you silently to open your eyes.
When you do, the color is a surprise every time,
like one of those things you can’t describe…too elegant
and vibrant to remember exactly how the hues went.

Once we are up and out of bed, we’ll jump in my car
and head for the ocean. The stereo is on, buzzing with
deafening rock n’roll…maybe we will lose our hearing
together. You brag about your singing and follow a song,
and you think that you’re good. I know that you’re wrong,
But I love you more that way.

I drive with one hand on the wheel and the other
on the selector, only because I’m hoping for you to hold it.
Longing for your slender fingers to tie knots with mine
and when they do, finally, I never want to stop the car.

But I will eventually, and I will get over you letting go.
Now we must lie down on the sand....stretched out
on our blankets and towels. Stressed out
about nothing. I will help you put on your lotion,
even though the stickiness gives me a gag reflex…but
your skin doesn’t. Smooth all the way to the small
of your back…and as I reach down, my lips land
on your neck. Not for long. A quick peck, just
to let you know I’m here and when you turn around
I will be, still.