the dream wrecker
john grey
You woke me from a dream,
she says, Tom Cruise was
making love to me. Damn you,
she continues, hid body
was silky and shiny in
the moonlight and he had
such nice teeth. All I did
was roll over in my sleep,
like I've done so many nights.
Hurting the both of us sometimes.
Merely nudging our life together,
at others, gentle as a kiss.
It's three in the morning,
she's sitting up in bed,
too angry for sleep. The
great mass of what I don't
understand has just moved
like the plates of the earth,
blotting out the sparkle,
the passion of everything I'm not,
taking out a smile I never saw.
