My FantasyBy Shanon Quinn

I want to lie, like bankrupt elegance,

On a black velvet chaise

With the springs coming out.

I want to make love with the sun streaming over me

Behind sheer white curtains

And a broken window.

I want to relax in an untidy garden

Of dusty herbs, with eyelet lace

Tickling the tops of my bare feet.

I want to cool off with my

Long hair pulled up

And a too-tight pink t shirt squeezing my ribs.

I want to kiss you amid rusty tools

In a chill, dirty shed, with all of nature watching,

Like the first time.