Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

I was dreaming in color

I was dreaming in color:

We were walking in a park, surrounded by rows of tulips

Shameless red and yellow against the green grass beyond.

We’d bump shoulders occasionally, high from the wine.

 

(We’d awakened early and shared the bottle of red

As we sat naked in bed, the rumpled bed.

And you said, “Let’s go to the park!”)

 

In the dream I noticed:

We’d neglected to even dress – totally commando.

I was enjoying the warm breeze and you beside me.

Because last night had been my very first time.

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