Midnight Tea

Spearmint tea,
piano keys,
was asleep,
now slumber freed

to weave sweet, sensual
as I please,
my own Sandwoman,
no umbrella needed,

to spin these
realized fantasies
on the brink
of becoming
all the colors
wet from freshly-
painted dreams.

I strip to dip
in the new layers
of possibilities:
this dynamic canvas
of life,
I’ll never
dry freeze.

Next song.
First note.
I’ll close my eyes
and ballroom dance
in keystrokes

out to the terrace
and beyond.
Come, my lover.
We have until
the wakening
of Dawn…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

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