Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


When we sleep..


Your dream and my dream aren’t the same,
Cause in my dream you are fully clothed,
With thick gloves to hide your finger prints,
The sturdy boots have patterns to leave,

The sunshade helps you to keep you safe,
The twinkling in your eyes can’t be observed,
Your lips are tight and smiling teeth inside,
You look very strong with shoulder pads,

You are the Sherlock Holmes or James Bond,
With the wicked mind searching wicked things,
You are the Scrooge Duck, miserly enough,
To safe keep and acquire more and more,

How do I appear in your dreams?
Which I can’t predict as you are secretive,
But I know that our dreams are not the same.
you would never shuffle me for a Bond Girl's shoes.

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 20, 2014

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