daydream

you come to me, love
at these quiet times
kaleidoscope colors
leaves falling
into the wet darkness
then laying still
evening’s solitude
reminds
aren’t we beautiful
walking, together?
the cafe-sidewalk
memories spinning
anyone watching
can plainly see
our love’s
perfection
and then
an intruder
arrives
with his hand
on your leg
and more–
smiles, laughter
and wine
in vino veritas
and I am reminded
that I am
the intruder
in this daydream
my love
so, it ends