Wet Dream

If he could

She could

Dream up of galaxies

In purple did it dream, in water did it dream

In blue and pink and aquamarine did it dream

Mirrors under bridges held in the hands of dolls, reflecting his image, while bearing his sword of undying love

To the fair maiden-a girl of about eighteen

He jumped stark naked in in the water for her, to propose his love for her

She was taken aback, not by his request but by his bravery-for it was February

How cold he must of been

Their lips ate each other, so hungry they must of been

Love is funny

I want the ceiling of the bridge to be covered in paper butterflies

I want little mirrors to dangle and shine

I want the water to run over our bodies, and here it will be when we die

If he could

She could

Dream up of such things