I'm thinking about...
Butterflies-
The kind that flutter
Inside
When you stand
Behind me
and slide your thumbs
in my pockets,
squeeze my hips
and pull my back
against your chest.
You lean in
and breathe a kiss
on my neck.
My eyes dilate
and close hard
with bliss.
Sunflowers-
Like the one
I stole for you.
From the prison field
on the side
of the road.
The Louisiana heat
made me sweat
and I ran
Like a giddy thief.
And the look
in your eyes
when I stood
at your door
with a proud smile-
and a vase.
Hot and drenched
from humidity and sun.
But you were cool
in the way you kissed
my cheek,
Thanked me
and winked.
Flames-
in the fireplace.
The way they warm
my toes
And reflect on my glass
of Merlot.
And in your eyes
they dance
Like we did
in the street
Under the stars.
The night before
you had to leave.
I raise a toast,
ask for a reprise
from your ghost.
And I dream of sleep.