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.