Just in the quiet
fresh air
bed next to an
open window
laying alone
Time distorts
lamenting events
of day while
night falls on
an aging body
Hand moves to
comfort and caress
and imagine
Reach
mind opens to
an imaginary place
scene of moonlight
fresh air
intoxicating smell
of oil pressing flesh
It’s only night
prelude to yet another
day where no
image assists
Breath pulses stars shift
moon smiles crooked