Sensualdreams Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Feel the movement of the lines
let your eye focus
on the edge of an eternal fire.

Let the focus—find a starting point
when your lips can wrap around
and make a meal of all your wishes.

While you're sitting in-between clouds of white
and reading fairy tales—
where the wolf eats his fill
and life goes on—somewhat—happy ever-after.

You know the frame of your desire
draw it well within your thighs
and let the sweat pour…at your release

As you begin your evening dream
trying to make it real—real enough
to keep you in a coma
that will last till Sunday morning.

Then you can rest in thoughts
of could-have-been—what weren't…
and let the loop play again and yet again
until your time expires.