Poetry

Fingers of your Mind

I feel the fingers of your mind touching my neck
While  I sit, full of thoughts, slowly drinking
It makes me pause and wonder
Is that something you’re really doing?
Or is it all just wishful thinking?

Does my face ease into view as you’re driving down the road?
Do stray reveries of me make you shiver like you’re cold?
Does some little thing you see make you pause and catch your breath?
Do your memories creep in when you still your mind to rest?

A warm breeze, like your moist breath, whispers softly in my ear
With staccato punctuation of stars against the night sky
I reach out to touch you too
A remembered dance plays in my head
I sit reminiscing.  Silently, alone, I cry.

– Choko 08/25/2016
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