My Human Heaven by Mary Carey©
In my dreams my friends dance,
Together.
There is laughter. Pagan Rituals.
Every cloud passing is a fresh piece of paper,
Pure moments lily white finely tipped captured,
By me.
A heavenly sofa with all of my friends,
And they all get along.
Talking, and laughing, and drinking and loving.
I say no sex because of the trouble.
But my friend says there must be because of the pleasure.
So sex with no hassle.
Drinks with no hangover.
Moral or physical.
All my friends hanging out through eternity.
Laughing, debating and sharing their talents.
But my friend says not all.
Because that is too many.
So maybe a suburb with peripheral people?
To call on at will,
To swell up the number,
Ejecting with ease
When calm is required,
By me.
In my house my friends dance.
On occasion,
There is laughter pagan ritual.
A heavenly sofa, talking and laughing,
A small bit of heaven.
Drinking and headaches,
Loving and sex,
Pleasure and hassle.
People I bind to me,
Too many people,
Ones who won't stay,
Ones who won't leave
But just for a moment a burst of nirvana.
Pure moments lily white finely tipped captured
By me.
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