Dream Buds

Dream Buds

Before joining me in

bed,

she sent her gustatory

buds,

to check me out.

I recognized her

smell;

she visited me only

at night

while dreaming.

A recurrent transplant

of alien nature,

there she was

flourishing.

We endured in a

long, obscure

conversation

from which I remember

nothing!

But her lips

moving,

fondling.

Outside

fig trees defoliated

under a cold

moonlight;

chicken perched on

their branches

watched,

amazed.

No sound perceptible

disturbed

while I asked her

“are you still in love with that guy?”

She nodded

but her taste was already mine.

© 2013, JC