A Taste No More

I had a dream in the back
of the car that night,
with your head pressed
softly to my breast,
had a dream where
you were something
more than fun
as your sleep wound
down and out of your mouth.

I wore a little white dress,
I had a dream
as your sleep wound down
and out of your mouth,
of daffodils and parasols,
pink in effervescence with
matching champagne and mary-janes,
and your breath a baby's upon my cheek
wound tender out of your mouth.

Of curls on ladies and hats on friends,
of cotton lace gloves, a garter.
and you so well-spent,
three words against my ears
wound caramel out of your mouth.

I had a dream,
awoke as you stirred,
owl-wide eyes anxious to return.
Gazing out the window
my feet on the dash,
I saw my dream echoed
across the Sound,
the stars and city lights indistinguishable.

And my breath leapt to meet
your breath,
steaming in the secrets
winding down and out of your mouth.