Baby sleeps <br />in shade <br /> <br />cuddles up <br />to me <br /> <br />milk blister <br />on her lip <br /> <br />even in sleep <br />she searches for my male nipple. <br /> <br />I laugh at this <br />persistence <br /> <br />guess I’ll do <br />for comfort. <br /> <br />The real McCoy <br />lies naked in the sun <br /> <br />asleep herself <br />acquiring a tan. <br /> <br />Her breasts <br />still leak milk <br /> <br />glistening droplets <br />human honeydew. <br /> <br />From nowhere <br />(it appears) <br /> <br />they appear <br />(a pair) <br /> <br /> <br />blue butterflies <br />from a blue sky <br /> <br />almost invisible <br />to the naked eye <br /> <br />until they settle on her breasts <br />dividing the spoils equally <br /> <br />fluttering at first <br />but then perfectly still <br /> <br />as if you wore them <br />(a beautifully wrought nipple jewellery) . <br /> <br />I wonder do you dream <br />(in your sleep) <br /> <br />of this surreal <br />real dream <br /> <br />happening <br />in the wide awake world. <br /> <br />I dare not disturb them <br />(and they do not disturb you) <br /> <br />for fear <br />the magic would vanish. <br /> <br />They too appear to be asleep. <br /> <br />Everyone is dreaming except me <br />(even the world is drowsy) <br /> <br />I <br />the only one awake <br /> <br />to see it all <br />for real.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ain-t-nothing-like-the-real-thing/
