A poem came to me in a dream
The words slipped off my lips
Butter melting into
Something rich. I can't explain
Perhaps the food noise is deafening tonight.
What becomes of what's not a taut belly?
I admire my apparition
Will you, too?
My days of reading tell me that
It doesn't matter, finally, it does not.
Thoughts still have the habit of wandering,
Chased by ennui and a greedy mouth
Kiss me with approval. You, you, and
Everyone else.
Preferably in some time I will figure out
Whether I want you to understand me or not
By then I will make a blueprint to be happy
The tears will reflect what that blissful riverbank promised.
Beauty is all there is,
And kindness.
Do you have it?
I search, I stretch across continents,
I search and I come up with mouthfuls of words
That spare no moment and run away
Even as I speak
Even as I sleep.