Dawn

Dawn

Sometimes

on the rare languid morning,

I go back to sleep,

to redream a good dream

or undream a bad one.

Sometimes

my motives are conflicted,

if a good dream had turned bad.

I want to relive the first half

and erase the last,

the part that lingers

upon awakening.

Last night,

I’ll be honest,

the dream was quite luscious

(emphasis on lust),

the kind of dream that when had

in adolescence,

leads to a startling realization

that one’s sexual desire

is oriented athwart

society’s intentions

on your behalf.

And then the need to pee

awoke me from my reverie.

(So many fine nocturnal fugues

ruined by a needy bladder!)

I picked up where I left off,

but the sequel went quickly south.