in my dreams
and it happens a lot lately
she’s still the one
the mother of my children
the one who’s smile is like
the innocent joy of a 1000 kids
delighted with the wonder of
sprinklers and puppy dogs
in my dreams she still rubs
my feet and fills me in on the
politics of the office
she’d listen to the madness of grad
school theory and research
interested and patient
in my dreams I can see her dressed
in black lace and that cute hat and
ruby red lipstick
hair blowing in the breeze and the
wonder of sparkling like a gothic jewel
as we swayed to stevie nicks at Irvine
in my dreams she’s the only one
I still don't understand what I saw in that other woman’s
pussy
J. Masuda © 2004