6 Degrees

as the night comes to a close
i think of sleep . . . deep . . . restful
full and thick with the movement of dreams
i press my lips into this fantasy
hoping not to wake

not yet . . .

monday moves like vipers
a stinging sensation static
constant controlled caresses
her arms these legs
spread touched warmth
the novelty, the newness

and tuesday moves in
strong,
lingering,
like the scent of monday
fading quickly

msf
12/14/04