Building a Fantasy

Ferreting around, in dumpsters of dreams In the back alleys of my imagination Through swill, liaisons, and cheap rendezvous And words misspoke in conversations Rummaging for one morsel, an old tattered remnant In a disregarded or discarded memory For that one piece of the puzzle, a maggot's repast To feed a starving, rapacious fantasy I find a face, in a crowd, dark eyes and dark hair It was only a passing glance There's a memory, lost, of a soft tender touch From a young girl at my first high school dance Then mixing and matching, of shapes and sizes I've always been partial to curves A voice, a whisper, an exciting laugh From a stupor that's still just a blur In this jigsaw fantasy, some light conversation At a restaurant by candlelight Some soft music, slow dancing, funny improvisation Then a romantic walk in moonlight She's intelligent, engaging, laughs at my jokes I'm forever lost in her eyes While we dream with the stars, with her kiss I'm awoke In the dark , I sit and I sigh an original poem by Daniel Turner