Midwest/Morning Pipe Dream

In the hope of the morning
I still long for another body
to be entwined and enchanted
with more than the idea

Then follow me down
a Midwest pipe dream
where nothing ever happens
like quiet spaces aching for sound -

To find the musk of an old chapel
and the dusk in late fall
some house on the outskirts, perhaps
with the wind filling the air with music

And with heavy sospiri 
waking from the daydream
2000 miles backwards, i sit
against the heat

and in the warmth of the morning
I still long for another body
a touching, tangible being
transcending the idea