May 7, 2002

  • Last night I went to Wonderland,
    A land where dreamers truly can
    Live life as if they really are
    A universe of superstars...


    We had met on Xanga.  Her name was K.
    A girl of whom I dreamed to lay.
    Now Wonder found us side by side
    A sweep of intimacies to confide.


    I reached for her, but she said “Wait”
    And cellphoned her friends—'twas not too late
    “Two more to join us!” she said to me
    ”A blonde, red-head, and I’ll make three!”


    And dreams—being more than all that be—
    Upon the beach, just I and….three!
    I lost my mind, I lost control
    As these beauties seized and soothed my soul.


    Adance…we remained adance all right
    Through  the sunburst of day and the starkiss of night
    On this beach of desire in an ocean of trance
    With touches and kisses at every chance…


    Yet of the sweet three, it was only my K.
    Who, quivering with thrills during all of our play,
    Looked deep into my eyes and said: “Never forget:
    We Wonder what’s real so as such to beget!”

    Then I awoke.  Was it real?
    How dare now to feel?
    Ah!  But if she dreams so too
    Shall not such dreams come true?

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