Far from home,
through the flutter of my lashes
I imagine you are there.
My mind conjures your flesh,
the tilt of your head,
the mischief in your eyes,
the desire in your voice -
the way your breath
warms my already flushed skin -
and my moans echo
in an empty room,
and an emptier bed
only kept warm by the knowledge
you will enter again
I do not shirk
the responsibility I’ve been entrusted.
I will march through the darkest forests;
but I will never deny myself
thoughts of you,
that dance like foxfire through the days,
and burn like holy flame through my nights,
until I reclaim my place in your arms
without memory’s pale intercession.
This poem was inspired by A Dash of Sunny's Prompt Nights: Battle of the Bards. Sanaa asked us to take inspiration from a list of classic poets. My choice was William Shakespeare and the following quote from his 27th sonnet:
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:
For then my thoughts – from far where I abide –
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
This poem is also linked to the Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads and Poets United Poetry Pantry #342.