I pull me off that lovely vision where we lie together exploring each others’ desires and explosions,

I yank myself out of my warm and fuzzy dream-cloud filled with droplets of your love and attention,

I spank my ass to sober my eyes red clear, yet still my heart wants you near…Can I beat reality’s fears???

(Imagination is my toy. I know there is no “mine” in this dream life, but I can’t escape that digging push into my gut:

If only for a small time, I’m special in your mind, oh how even that small dream coming true would take this old soul and make it new, forever grateful loving you.)

Family has been in town, so I used visual memories of you to get me through, and those fuzzy dreams become lucidity that keeps me asleep.