Imagining You , With Velocity

I am imagining you
without clothes
I like what I see

I picture you
underneath the sky
stars shimmering white
earth beneath your feet

Sometimes at night I dream
of you without clothes
the faint scar beneath your breast
my imagination tracing your form
recognizing every change

And at high speed sometimes again
I cannot bring myself to look upon you
not so much by form
but from memory
and concentration

the plan tearing itself from its controls
I pilot homeward

The wind pulling at our clothes

Your pants fall to the ground

Where they belong