Dreams pensive she is
lulled to sleep
smell of citrus touching
from inside out
real enough to taste
juice flowing
On a summer breeze she
walks among orange groves
heady from the scent
Warm air pulling her down
among green grasses
where soon eyes are
heavy with sleep
While in the real world of
pillows and quilts a
window opens to the
night air gently whispering
her name in response
to her calling
Her dreams follow releasing
her again breath heavy
with scent of citrus
© January 2012 Renee Espriu
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