Lying in bed, holding off reality, <br />I’m caught in the cozy place <br />between dream and fantasy. <br /> <br />Heart slowing back to a walk, <br />I’m wondering, <br />does it get any better than this? <br /> <br />A lingering taste, <br />the man-woman scent <br />hovering in the air, <br />is it any wonder <br />the mind’s eye is still open, <br />watching what is past? <br /> <br />How astonishing, the way the brain <br />lays a path to a woman’s senses <br />so they remain heightened and alive, <br />though the moment is now <br />only a sweet memory. <br /> <br />His body, all warm and sensual, <br />enfolds this one <br />as he sleep-sighs here, <br />next to me in the afterglow.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterglow-5/
