Today but not Today

By Henry Sosnowski

We’d be at the lake

one room A-frame

pillows and silks

candles and ice

oils and scents

charged

spent

refreshed

and then again

No phone

no computer

no sound

to break the silence

only shivers and sighs.

We’d be at the lake

fused together

never more

then a breath apart

learning new meanings

finding

new ways

of making

new love.

We’d be at the lake

today, tomorrow,

but smoked lightning

ignited

one horrible

thunderstor,

scorching plans,

singeing dreams.

We’d be at the lake

but today’s cancelled

due to one freak storm

that blew today away

and stopping us

from drowning

in each other.


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