I dream of a sunny day, the swish of layers of gauze
The smell of chrism, the feel of maquillage
the passing smile, the shy glance
the butterflies
the tears quivering on the edges of a refined lash.
I dream of the soft glow of a lamp,
The crinkle of pages well loved;
thumbed and creased,
the steam as it rises from a chipped mug
frayed edges
old plush
I dream of soft skin, wrinkled and stretched
the hands, worked through love
the silvery strands, of soft smelling hair
entwined around a band,
the head long buried, six feet deep
I dream of a smile,
A sharp bone of hip,
The laughter of the children
echoing through the street
emotional tears
through the window
heart thumping
mind racing
sweat pouring
living.
Ocean Bream 