Come Dream With Me

Don't stop dreaming of me Even when we are alone together on the unlit bed once more Dream a dream where his tobacco doesn't stink in your hair Nor his whiskey linger on your tongue In this play I'm first and only And you'd never ask me to clean up the mess of a careless foolish man. I'll imagine us wed The moment I am alone Just me and the leftover scent of his pipe I'll dream that you've never slammed recklessly down each of my veins You don't whisper out of my pores out of each stitch of still-warm linen A fun game to pretend with eyes closed tightly I've never fought a scream for you a plea for more than the messof you strewn about by a careless foolish man.