It’s often you that I think about before I lay my eyes to rest;
As the moon bathes me in the light of its glory
and the breeze gently grazes my body
I drift away into the land of my subconscious

In the middle of the night,
surrounded by pillows,
I’ve recreated the feeling of you being near
It’s a cheap imitation;
I think of the sweetness of your lips,
the warmth of your presence,
and I dance with you in the images of my mind

I’m enveloped in the feeling,
and it’s bliss.

via Daily Prompt: Bliss


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Eliza Waters says:

    Sweet poem. I’d forgotten that I as well I used pillows when my husband travelled away from home. 🙂


    1. B says:

      Aww, thank you for sharing!

      Liked by 1 person

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