Intimate Reveries
He calls me naïve and I reply with a smile,
but in my dreams he whispers words of love;
my cravings fed:
fully sated.
He says I'm a foolish child; innocent and sweet,
but if he knew about our midnight trysts,
I wonder if he would find me guilty,
or acquit me for such intimate reveries.
If my fantasies are a sin;
should I be ashamed of my crime?
I dare not sleep,
perchance to dream.*
2/9/21 Fragmented Verse Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Phrase spoken by Shakespeare's Hamlet
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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