Photograph
something about her photograph-
a feeling of connection
there is a knowing in her eyes
as though she can see me
through time and space
the real me
I keep on gazing, musing
before long I am lost in a
dream-
and she's here, beside me
bands of gold glistening
In the moonlight
the warmth of her hand in mine
red lips dripping with
honey
sweet breath like scented
lilies
hot whispers tingling my
ear
we are inseparable
an eternal merging of
body, mind and spirit
she's moving under and
over me
hearts beating in sync to the
music of love
waves crashing against the rocks
crashing, crashing
suddenly, I awaken
alone
'twas nothing but a daydream
I muse to myself
and then the realization-
she can never be mine
that the dream can never be
(for you see)
the universe has other plans
for my fantasy girl and
me
*Fiction
Copyright © Tom Woody | Year Posted 2023
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