A STUDY IN SHEETS
Taylor Graham
All night he lumbers with the dream-weight
of outstretched nudes -- the ones who flaunt
feverish ripples and saltwater curves,
dry-mouthed wanderings of thigh and
underside of tongue. Such fragments
of dreams. They moan and waggle.
By morning the air gags. He gargles
and wishes she would just come home.
Oh, he would sleep with her conditions.
