Another dream

Oh sweet wrong turn
That I confess to
Sweet tragedy that
Confiding slips

And is caught on
Your gentle breath of comfort
Delicates and peaches
Folding washing to your memory

Tom Jones and fabric softener
The perfect afternoon
Smiles and dancing
As I imagine your laugh

Sun tapping shadows on the bed
Tears come as she hides
Blanket of darkness permits
Sadness and sleeping

And another dream
Of my sweet wrong turn. . .