An Escape Plan

As the cold settles into these bones, I
drift into dreams of warmth – you and I are
relaxed on a beach beneath sun, on sand,
listening to waves wash away the ache.

When the wind howls and steals the sound of waves,
I find us snuggled under silken sheets,
topped in the luxury of comforters
soft, with a fire in the fireplace.

My hips, bone tired, long for strong fingers
to knead sore muscles into compliance
with desire – to give in and release.

Hands still functional type key words to search
for places far away; a planned escape
where these daydreams become reality.

~

Siobhan
11/28/11

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