Dream

Dream
by
Eric Kobb Miller

Delicious, capricious, and surreptitious;
tinted and printed with a muse's cues,
a dream slipped over me and settled within.

Lightly and joyously, the dalliance played
as a scattered, overturned potpourri of jigsaw
edges lustfully clasped in a clenching embrace.

But when I awoke, my tableau was an empty,
forgotten feeling of blue—a wasteland filled
with the regret of a dalliance denied.