Hidden Dreams Behind the Press of Glass
every year
he shakes me
emotions
falling
with flakes
inside
this ball
wound up
playing
I'm dreaming
of a white
Christmas"
does he know
i'm dreaming
of his touch?
he sits stirring
his cocoa
while my
thoughts stir
every sip
allures
imagination
yearning
desires
to feel
the press
of lips
inviting
against mine
the flick
of tongue
whispered secrets
against flesh
the feel
of his edges
within
the trace
of my fingertips
the pulse
of his heart
in the echoes
of mine
the rise
and fall
of his breath
in the shallows
of night
as the music stops
i watch him
slip away
as i kiss
this glass
that contains
my dreams
November 23,2019
Stuck in a Christmas Globe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
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