Waking Dream
A Waking Dream
She wasn’t perfect
none of us are
her face was lined with
experience and comfort
crows feet at her eyes
laugh lines in her smile
dark hair flecked with grey
pulled into a loose ponytail
walking with back straight
metronomic hips in motion
calves flexing with each step
there was an aura about her
that caught my fancy
slowing at a bistro doorway
smiling at the images
I had just experienced and
glad there were women on
the planet to make it a reality
I couldn’t help but stare
at her as she read a menu
posted in the window
shifting her stance as she read
she put one hand on her hip
the way some women do
four fingers pointing back
thumb out so incredibly sensual
then a tall guy put his arms
around her waist and she
turned into his kiss immediately
I walked away slowly
smiling at my waking dream...
Copyright © Art Fasbender | Year Posted 2019
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