Exit my dreams; please.

You are not in my life.
I no longer see future in being your wife.
It was in my thoughts for a while;
But the river in Egypt is not the only denial.

Yes I think of you.
More often than I want to admit.
But exit my dream please;
I can see where this is not going to fit.

I thought about your warm body here.
The scent of your skin on my linen;
Breasts tight against a cool pillow;
Fingers around the bed rail, back arched; in anticipation.

Surprised; that I have those thoughts?
Did you think that candle burned out?
That passion is the venue of only the young;
Shivering as I think of you; I don't think so.

Your favorite cereal is in the pantry,
Why I am not sure, maybe wishful thinking;
For what seemed like a comfortable direction,
Now seems like and endless road.

Were it more than lust, would it feel like someone;
Long left in the dust?
Would that nagging thought,
Of being a rat in a maze.

Maybe it is just too exhausting.
All the miles, the hurdles, the packing it in.
Is starting over worth loosing the life;
That has gotten so familiar now.

You wander around the idea on cold nights,
But then it fades and the chat grows more tame.
Maybe it really is easier just to befriends.
So Exit my dreams please.

Love it Joyce!

Wonderful.

Very Nice

Thanks ya all