There's a Poet in my Bed

There's a Poet in my bed,
he dreams color inverted pyramids
carouseling around his fingertips.
thumb rings and sticky nails --
hands in the honey all the time.

There's a Poet in my bed,
he's verging hallucination,
pulling sand dollars from my pockets.

Poet in my bed
strumming love on his soul...
embers of red
green, yellow
flicker together turning
eyes
toes
into bedside lullabies.







~ Jessica M. Wilson
(jac)