The poem describes the speaker's fantasy of relaxing in a run-down but romantic setting. They imagine lying on a worn-down chaise lounge with exposed springs, making love with sunlight streaming through sheer curtains in a room with a broken window, relaxing in an untidy garden with lace tickling their bare feet, cooling off with their hair up in a tight pink shirt, and kissing their love among rusty tools in a cold shed under nature's watch, reminiscent of their first kiss.

1. My Fantasy
By Shanon Quinn
I want to lie, like bankrupt elegance,
On a black velvet chaise
With the springs coming out.
I want to make love with the sun streaming over me
Behind sheer white curtains
And a broken window.
I want to relax in an untidy garden
Of dusty herbs, with eyelet lace
Tickling the tops of my bare feet.
I want to cool off with my
Long hair pulled up
And a too-tight pink t shirt squeezing my ribs.
I want to kiss you amid rusty tools
In a chill, dirty shed, with all of nature watching,
Like the first time.