'Day Dreaming' Poem by persian khushi

written 17th April 2014

Listening to beautiful music and reading
curling locks of hair around my finger,
It's going to be one of those days
Not much work will be done

His head resting in my lap,
listening to my poetic recital,
His eyes focused on my face
He licks his lips as if honey drips from my reading

Encapsulated in our own world
Our love a dome no interference from outside
Picnic basket on blanket neatly lay on sand
Our very own little cove
Overpowered by the warm exchange from our fingertips

Distant noise becoming louder
The shrill sound of a phone ringing
Still with the book in one hand
Accidentally pulling my hair as I realized where I was
Fumbling to attend the call a little too late

Now laughing at myself