i dream of fogA Poem by BenI dreamt
about those beautiful beaches bathed in golden summer tans, and
being cradled in a Latina lady’s love covered hands when
she dripped down and encased me whole I
felt the embrace of a second soul like
a warm orange fog surrounding ‘til life woza blur and
although i looked around all i saw was her.
But that
orange fog rose and the now battered beaches cleared, Golden
summer tans were replaced by piss soaked sand and beer, The bonfire
steaming was the only feeling of warmth And off
in the distance a grey foreboding storm There
was no sense of shelter or escape of any kind And a
sign of my Latina lady I couldn't find
As I
reflected on this dream and analysed it, I knew There’s
no point holding on to the fog it’ll slip right through All you’ll
be left with is a feeling that lingers for lips and threw
your hair a longing for gliding finger tips
The only
thing I could think about was that….. one day I’d be the warm orange fog, and would make a
choice to stay! And however
hard the wind blew I would never drift away! She
will never have to witness that shade of grey! Because
when she looks around all she’ll see is me. © 2013 BenAuthor's Note
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