Another IMprov poem; this was written around Dec., 2005

On IMing Goodnight

I think about you often
of holding you close
and then
I wish I could be closer to you
and off I go again.

Off to the neverland
of dreams
of passions new and fresh
of desires and yearning
and insides turning
as you take away my breath.

A proper goodnight?
A proper farewell?
There is none in sight!
Nor could I ever tell
how hard it is to
bid adieu;
to once again say goodbye.
I only can hope that,
when I do—
you’ll consider it a lullaby.

Goodnight, sweetest lips
gentle caress
soft fingertips
flashing eyes
lightest hair
I hear your sighs
as you picture me there.

Goodnight.