(! ! ! !) Just A Thought Poem by Alice Cuenca

...last night
I thought we flew
through a storm
and had been swallowed

I watched both of us
spinning in
between dreams.
athrill with unborn joy,
entranced with
unfelt-touch

I compare
your hazy face
with the picture
on my window...

I grapple with
words swindled with
sighs and ardor

should we fly
to the periphery
of this world
and be racked with
self-reproach?

I wanted more.

But a thought
is just a thought.