My Imagination

I’ve been…thinking…of you…not only…your warmth...as chocolate fondue(d) over ripe fruit…sweet, firm, and ready to be devoured and slowly enjoyed with the tip of my tongue and fingers …I imagine the wrinkles in your sun licked forehead…one wrinkle, two wrinkle, three wrinkle…your concentration is divine…up and in you sail…I find comfort on your shoulder and door…the smell of the grease in your hair melting…the door knob striking my back…and I do not care...to bother with such frivolous accessories...i ponder of ways to…get you here and we can….