DAYDREAM

I breathe in his scent,

gently take off his glasses,

rest my head on his chest

and croon to his heartbeat.

The sunset creates a halo

around our hearts and heads 

winter burns against our skins

and the dust forms whirlpools

in the dying light.

I have nowhere else to be

no one else to see

only the languid rays of the sun

and his slow breath 

on my forehead exist.

His eyes are calm, open

brown - turned into honey 

by the afternoon sun

soft, gentle, tinged with sleep

I close mine.

I am home.