Daydreaming…Again

I wasn’t much good
At work today.

Every 5 minutes
I found myself
Closing my eyes,

And in doing so
Drawing a curtain
Of near darkness
Across my vision…

Taking myself
Back to last night,
Back to our bedroom,
Similarly enrobed
In near lightlessness.

Only the moonbeams
Added a soft luster,
Thereby averting
Total obscurity
In that special place,

And offering
To my eyes,
The outline
Of your body,
Simply a silhouette,
Clothed by nothing
Other than the sheets,
And a faint glistening.

There was
A sweetness,
As well,
That hung
In the air,
Like a fog…

Undisturbed,
Blanketing everything,
Blanketing you,
And me.

A blanketing
So rich
That my tongue
Can still taste
The remnants
Of that perfect dew.

With the windows open,
I could sense the coolness
Of the night sky,
Offset only by the heat
Dissipating from you,

Now, sleeping…
So deeply,
And peacefully.

The only sounds
My ears consumed,
Were the chirps
Of crickets communing,

And the melody
Of your deep,
Rhythmic night breathing.

Perfect…

Exquisite…

And glorious.

No.

I wasn’t much good
At work today.

I couldn’t stop thinking
About you,

And last night.

Just daydreaming again,

And again.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

4 thoughts on “Daydreaming…Again

  1. My God, daydreaming… welcome to my club. Your poems are always so relatable. It is like there is a mirror I look into and see a part of myself. BTW, this is very beautiful:

    “A blanketing
    So rich
    That my tongue
    Can still taste
    The remnants
    Of that perfect dew.”

    Liked by 1 person

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