catnap for five.(dream)

they are made of velvet green, these rolling hills of grass and flower

littered with lust rimed boys and girls,

they tumble down the slopes 

stark jays in the nude of clothes.

there are no tinted silver of streams to reflect our eager faces.

and there, in the corner sweep of the den

is a ladder of spun wood and silk;

so we climb, you

upon the top rungs of a creaky foundation.

i (or is it her? is it you?)

peering hesitantly over the top

and the gaze sets light on a singular, ancient bathroom stall

tiles defined by speckless grains of churned dirt

creamy, stamped in

smoothly and with more grace then the drops of milk

to a calfs hungering mouth.

the lukewarm haze of wise and aged

stained glass windows 

mirror

the walls with drenches of colour.

warmth in six shades of sun flood our cores,

and we seep candy flavoured, grapefruit orange.

but the sky has exhausted to a heartfelt gray

and we, anyone

must call in the rest of our history for a catnap for five.