Poem: Standing

Oh yeah . . . just glimpses of memory.

Standing Behind you, watching your reflection brush its teeth Near enough to smell your hair, the skin at the back of your neck At a distance, diving for the impossible shot, landing on your belly Lying in the grass Sun bleeding through the trees, dappling your skin On forgotten streets, dodging pedestrians, intent on the laundry and life Close enough to feel your breasts, the long slow curve at the small of your back Breathing, just breathing Close, yet far away Always standing near

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.