Dream hands
Wrap ribbon fingers
Around dream ankles,
Making a real gift
Out of it,
In a dream car
Of a dreaming head.
Rolling images
Of fingertips
And stick shifts
Shake, rattle, and roll
Wet dream orgasms
I don't believe
I even felt.
No climax.
Fantastic dimension
Can't incubate
At the call
Of my morning alarm.
REM falls out.
So do gift-wrapped ankles.
Fluffed feline tails
And sandpaper tongues
Fall in.
Some women
Dream of cats
And wake up
To men.
I dream of men
And wake up
To cats.
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