When I Close My Eyes...

You exist in the perspiring heat
of sun-kissed afternoons;
glimpses of skin and clanking dishes
masked by the sound of rattling trains
running through their 12 o'clock schedules

I catch flickers of your scent
through the haze of dreary morning dozes
between damp strands and cotton sheets;
like fire- crackle, pop of bleary-eyed meals.

Springtime canary songs
flutter through the mid-day April breeze;
sprouting poppies dance in time
to the swish of your skirt
and the drizzled applause of tree leaves.

I remember 2AM pillow talk on the balcony;
hands outstretched and trying to grasp
fireflies that seemed just out of reach
like fleeting summer daydreams.