Speak to me in my dreams
Speak to me in my dreams, rolling across apples, bananas and pears
A space where nothing’s as it seems, free from offhand
comments and stares
Tell me how you love the feel, laughing, carefully picking
out your favorite fruits
Watch so you don’t slip on a banana peel, falling into today using coconut shells for parachutes
Waking up to a monochrome existence, nothing in the
cupboard, seems the fridge is barren too
No wonder we meet reality with resistance, so much more fun with the fresh produce and you
Speak to me in my dreams, catch me on a night where we can share a slow dance
The window in the parlor steams, two silhouettes pirouette embracing their subliminal romance
Bossa Nova, waltzing, or even dirty dancing; honey you speak volumes pressed against my chest
This castle in the air where we’re romancing, it’s grand but
having you here babe it’s really the best
Imagination’s escapades delve into perversion, which fails
to satisfy when sunlight takes it away
The thought of you makes a wonderful diversion, none more so than the thought of you here to stay
Tim Windisch
03/09/2024
