Sitting On A Sofa Of Dreams Poem by Gary Winkel

Sitting On A Sofa Of Dreams



Sitting on a sofa of dreams
with whole worlds to turn.
Listening to the big beat.
Seeing the curves
and the movement
of a perfect body.
Telling me how rare
we are together,
this vision and my desire.

Sitting on a sofa of dreams
with the power
to close my eyes
and dance in the darkness
with the honest ones
unholy and purely physical.
Holding on
with an unreasonable amount of trust.
Philosophically speaking,
with an immeasurable enthusiasm.

Sitting on a sofa of dreams
raising my confidence to the blue sky
with a rum and coke in hand.
Conversation with the gods.
Passion is drowned,
but heavy breathing resumes
in my face
without a clue
to what keeps me higher
than the ground
20 years on.

Sitting on a sofa of dreams
with a sense of humor intact.
Floating by critical dimensions
with good intentions,
not to save the world,
but to save myself
from the shadow of doubt
allowing me to survive
instead of taking the dive
to the other side of...
sitting on a sofa of dreams.

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