Playing God Poem by Elnathan John

PLAYING GOD

Only God…
Could love you for yourself alone…
-W. B. Yeats

I roll over from daytime sleep
And wipe from my eyes asinine dreams:
Of
cars not made and human wings
peace, trust, immortality
being an Irish rock star, rearing snakes…
you loving eternally-
the naked, limbless… just me.

PS.
About the last one
I reckon it wouldn’t be fair
to expect you
to play God.