Another Dream
I am nothing if not
prolific in yearning.
I woke this morning with a weight
on my throat.
The morning sun streamed
into the window as my eyes
fluttered open to light on
the cuff of your jacket.
I fervently wished it was your
forearm lazy with sleep that had
woken me with such a start,
but it was just a dream from whose
force I twisted in the night.
I once again wrapped
myself in the fabric that
composes my memory of you.
Leslie Joseph is a therapist and writes freelance for enjoyment. Her work has been published in Alyson Books anthologies and
Je Saurai Magazine.She is also a book reviewer at pop culture criticism site Popmatters.com.