Every time I get on that freeway
I pretend that I am going to see you,
just for a moment, to get me in the mood
for whatever it is I am actually going to do.
It helps soften it a little,
that sweet memory of anticipation;
seeing your kind eyes again,
then the traffic hits and I am stopped
in my daydream knowing that I don't know,
or won't, or can't.
My dream rehearses when it will be and how I will touch you.
On a beach somewhere?
When the sun is slouching a little, but not us,
alert in our kiss and caress;
soft surrendering of scents and longing.
Frustrations and worry recede with the tide,
and we are eye to eye
remembering, like the lazy sun
why we keep coming back to this
even if the dark scares us, it is worth the dawn.