Cream Dream

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. - Thoreau

rising to the top

you come to me in lustful dreams

naked as the day you were born

nippled breasts like high beams

i awaken suddenly to a milky morning

bucketless

a rude reminder that all is not as it seems

Author's Note

“I have frequently seen a poet withdraw, having enjoyed the most valuable part of a farm, while the crusty farmer supposed that he had got a few wild apples only. Why, the owner does not know it for many years when a poet has put his farm in rhyme, the most admirable kind of invisible fence, has fairly impounded it, milked it, skimmed it, and got all the cream, and left the farmer only the skimmed milk.” - Thoreau