The Hammock of My DreamsA Poem by Lydia Shutter![]() photo courtesy shutterstock.com (an escape of desire leaking through quivering lips) they answer (a tin whistle on a tool shed’s roof) in the ambiance of the white neon moon i peer through a window to see things both there and here you reach for me (a clever bit of time travel) the intense longing chains me to the very moment we first touched
gloriously the needle is stuck the record skips repeating passionate lines i’d virtually forgotten perhaps you scoff but it’s all true in the buoyant reflections seen and heard tonight from the hammock of my dreams © 2016 Lydia ShutterFeatured Review
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