I was dreaming.  Daydreaming. About a past life I had really lived.  I sometimes look
back on how things were during any phase of my life and can hardly believe that I
get so many chances to experience LIFE.

In this life, only a couple of years ago, you were the object of my desire.  It was
horrible, beautiful, painful, delicious, and I always remember it with a lop-sided smile.

I remember wanting to and dreading to touch your skin simultaneously.  What if you
had granted me my wish?  What then?

The daydream reminded me of nights thick with ALMOST.  Almost was such a thrill.  
Not tonight meant, maybe another night.  And I learned, I mean really connected with
for the first time, something called optimism.  

All the smells.  All the sounds.  What I saw.  What I touched.  What I heard.  The
tentative YES and the resounding NO.  That was one of the good lives.  Engulfed I
was in being a wanting woman.  Feeling so many sensations.  Overwhelming.  I’m
glad I can daydream a life I lived with a lop-sided smile.

Thank you.