The Distance (Part II)

You speak of daydreamed worlds of simple bliss,

Of lips and legs entwined and hearts on fire.

But waking shatters feelings of your kiss

That linger on my mouth from sleep’s desire.

My mind replays our perfect whispered plot,

Your arms wrapped tight to hold me near and warm.

But blankets’ hugs are likened to be bought

With empty coin like whores in knitted form.