Tv Dreams
Cats prowl a moonlit jazz.
If I hold you to my waist
until we are close enough to mew
will it be true,
or will yet another day-dream
ditch me?
Cats do it under roof-shadows
where the light never lies.
If I change the channel on the TV,
will your ghost, from far away
make love to me,
or is the TV thinking too much?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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