Speak to me in my dreams

Speak to me in my dreams Speak to me in my dreams, rolling across apples, bananas and pears A space where nothing’s as it seems, free from offhand comments and stares Tell me how you love the feel, laughing, carefully picking out your favorite fruits Watch so you don’t slip on a banana peel, falling into today using coconut shells for parachutes Waking up to a monochrome existence, nothing in the cupboard, seems the fridge is barren too No wonder we meet reality with resistance, so much more fun with the fresh produce and you Speak to me in my dreams, catch me on a night where we can share a slow dance The window in the parlor steams, two silhouettes pirouette embracing their subliminal romance Bossa Nova, waltzing, or even dirty dancing; honey you speak volumes pressed against my chest This castle in the air where we’re romancing, it’s grand but having you here babe it’s really the best Imagination’s escapades delve into perversion, which fails to satisfy when sunlight takes it away The thought of you makes a wonderful diversion, none more so than the thought of you here to stay Tim Windisch 03/09/2024