Lying in bed, holding off reality,
I’m caught in the cozy place
between dream and fantasy.
Heart slowing back to a walk,
I’m wondering,
does it get any better than this?
A lingering taste,
the man-woman scent
hovering in the air,
is it any wonder
the mind’s eye is still open,
watching what is past?
How astonishing, the way the brain
lays a path to a woman’s senses
so they remain heightened and alive,
though the moment is now
only a sweet memory.
His body, all warm and sensual,
enfolds this one
as he sleep-sighs here,
next to me in the afterglow.
C.J. Heck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterglow-5/
