your dreams

The universe according to you
Is a shoe box 
In which we're deceived
To thinking planets
of atoms,
and stars
of the holes in the cardboard.

Your guardian angel lives under your bed
With a big smoking double-barrelled gun 
To run down nightly the demons in your head
And a happy beaming smile
Just for you when you check underneath once in a while.

It is also occasionally true
That if you do not rise to your feet
To relinquish your seat 
For the pregnant, the young and the elderly
It is because you are truly and deeply asleep.

Curves, cleavages and secret bulges
Grunts, sighs and wet sucking noises
Thongs, cuffs and leather G's
Flushes, sweat and sheet-burned knees
And that's why you hate secretly
The biblical concept of virginity.

You would like to be reborn
as a forest fairy
So you can bathe in a droplet 
of morning dew cradled lovingly 
upon a dimpled leaf.

* * *
The dreams that you dream
You dare not reveal
But if you ask me,
I believe you.
I really do.



v : ) n c e