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Wandering Imaginations
by Ken HarnischWandering imaginations
Are sweater-snagged on a fence
Watching each other warily
Across a crowded room
Sensing danger
But no one runs
He bites his lower lip
Dreaming them warm against her breast
She is more coy than him but
Never drops her eyes.
Later, she visualizes his body next to hers
Soft whispers in a secret place
Taking her to aeries
Where her restless heart
Has gone before on lonely nights
And her dreams carry her all the time
She flagellates her imaginings
With Godly whips. She has the perfect man
Wrapped back at home.
She knows not why his love of her
Cannot be returned
But senses the ache
That roils her soul
May not have his name
Attached to the cure.
Tonight the eyes do all the speaking;
Tonight the smiles are as close as
Imaginings ever get.
But she is beginning to think
Her passions
May not always be
Tamed by equivocation
And the next time she imagines
The arms around her back
It may very well be because
They’re already there.
01/25/2010 Posted on 01/25/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/25/10 at 06:26 PM You know, this plays into one of my favourite things...anticipation...and it does so very nicely...and you had to throw in lip biting...*shakes head* Crafted with the delicately wanton in mind, and most effective. |
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/25/10 at 07:31 PM Not sure if this is intentional, but the sweater snags like the lip bites like she catches herself mid-thought. This is brilliant, thanks for sharing! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 01/25/10 at 08:47 PM Caught between fantasy and reality is a delicous place to be...the possiblities exist and the anticipation is a spine tingler..very well written. smh |
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