Interrupting the melancholy of absence

I dreamed we were sitting

In the backseat of a Mayan taxi

Cobblestone drifting below

Red, orange, and pink patterns

Fluttering strands

Between us and the sun

I couldn’t help myself

Blissed by presence

I stroked your foot with mine

Cuddled my face into your neck

You said, “I am a pool of water”

And I knew exactly what you meant