dream on waking

there is a movie star
leaning over the bed
clothed only in long
black hair curling
like water rushing
around smooth rocks
a quizzical dream face
dark eyes that
shine out blinking
lashes that breeze
toward me in waves
brown breasts bend
over me forever and
as she rises she rises
to goddess height
above your futon
the black triangle
of eternal mystery
my eyes follow on a
tight string tied
to the body that floats
toward the door and
out and as the
smell of coffee browns
in my head I wonder
if you saw her but then
you walk in


© 1999 by
michael mcneilley