i woke up early.

the scent of my soap

crept into my imagination

and dared me to dream.

i drew a map in my mind.

closed my eyes and squeezed

them shut hoping you would like

my soap too.

feeling the weight of your hands,

on my breasts and your lips on

my chest, my soul blushed.

just a little, though.

the little monk’s bell broke the

spell and i knew you weren’t coming.