Dreams are Dreams in Dali’s World
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
I dreamed of you last night, the dream set in
And unknown city. Accidentally met
We walked together, both avoiding sin.
We went to your hotel with tables set
For lunch and sat across one looking at
Each other calmly. Then a man appeared,
Intruded, chose our table, and so sat
Beside me as if things are never weird.
I shifted and beside you we both searched
The menu. He moved over to a bed,
Undressed. He took an open book and perched
It just above his naked crotch. My head
Turned slowly so I looked into your eyes.
This all was normal, nothing a surprise.
~ Phillip Whidden