Monday 29 January 2018

Intimate Love

by Lisa Fields


In the dream state afterglow of warm skin
my conscious mind snaps to
against closed eyelids, sudden and clear
brilliant blue sky,
a beauty memory formed yesterday 
I doze and hear
fans softly thrum, moving heated air
while wood pellets clink on their way to work,
creating from compressed cellulose a warm fire-lit room
furnace hums along, background drum line
the bed dog’s soft tenor sigh settles his form in a tighter curl
cold, dark December’s morning gifts


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Lisa Fields is a contract agricultural journalist for Professor Quirine Ketterings, and occasionally others at Cornell University, Ithaca, NY.

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