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.