Lost in a field of
friendly melons

tossed in a vat of
thickened cream

licked by a thousand
fervent puppies

that was the substance
of my dream.

Did it really
howl and happen

somewhere in this
moonlit bed?

So many circles
of confusion

whirling in my
hapless head.

Did I dream
or was I there?

What acres were we
really in?

As now next morning
writing this

I smell the melons
on my skin.