Baby sleeps
in shade
cuddles up
to me
milk blister
on her lip
even in sleep
she searches for my male nipple.
I laugh at this
persistence
guess I’ll do
for comfort.
The real McCoy
lies naked in the sun
asleep herself
acquiring a tan.
Her breasts
still leak milk
glistening droplets
human honeydew.
From nowhere
(it appears)
they appear
(a pair)
blue butterflies
from a blue sky
almost invisible
to the naked eye
until they settle on her breasts
dividing the spoils equally
fluttering at first
but then perfectly still
as if you wore them
(a beautifully wrought nipple jewellery) .
I wonder do you dream
(in your sleep)
of this surreal
real dream
happening
in the wide awake world.
I dare not disturb them
(and they do not disturb you)
for fear
the magic would vanish.
They too appear to be asleep.
Everyone is dreaming except me
(even the world is drowsy)
I
the only one awake
to see it all
for real.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ain-t-nothing-like-the-real-thing/
