I dream of you
I dream of you
and your sister was in it,too.
A voice on the phone
asked me if I know your sister,
after giving me her name.
___
Of course I know her,
and her sister.
The next thing I know,
your sister is at my house,
___
drunk,
naked in my bed,
and you come
to take her home.
____
I can’t tell whether you
are mad.
You ask me if we had sex.
Even in the dream, I know
we never had sex,
your sister and I
and you believe me,
neither you nor your sister
had sex,
but I loved you once,
and because she was
your sister
I respected you
more than that
and I woke up
without
knowing why
she was naked
and in my
bed.
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This is both tender and hilarious. The respect for your friend is woven with the confusion of the situation. From the very start, you sow confusion, and that adds to the peom. I love this! LoL Thank you for sharing this poem with us!
I really dig this poem!
The breaks in the early stanzas make me think about how our dreams can so suddenly and drastically change locations and stories. Makes for an interesting read.