Afterglow

Lying in bed, holding off reality, I’m caught in the cozy place between dream and fantasy. Heart slowing back to a walk, I’m wondering, does it get any better than this? A lingering taste, the man-woman scent hovering in the air, is it any wonder the mind’s eye is still open, watching what is past? How astonishing, the way the brain lays a path to a woman’s senses so they remain heightened and alive, though the moment is now only a sweet memory. His body, all warm and sensual, enfolds this one as he sleep-sighs here, next to me in the afterglow.