I dreamt last night <br />of the girl whom I’m infatuated; <br />the poet, shy but not meek <br />sweet, kind <br />and willing <br />to be all loving. <br />eyes not guarded <br />and it gives me an erection <br /> <br />I dreamt of her with me <br />not him or him or him. <br />we go to poetry <br />readings and workshops <br />together <br />and drink white wine <br />sometimes red <br />and go out to expensive <br />Italian restaurants <br />I’ll have manicotti <br />and calamari <br />and spill wine <br />on my white shirt <br />but she won’t <br />mind or be offended <br />and we’ll <br />walk together <br />along the river to home <br />where we’ll be alone <br />and I’ll get to hold those <br />sweet eyes in my heart.<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-of-action-taken/
