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