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Magic Bed, Special Dreams

My bed expands at night,
stretches out to realms
unseen beneath the sun.
My toes touch sands
not made by mountains
on any human map
and there are special dreams
when lovemaking
with handsome men  
is just as real
as when I am awake –
I wake relaxed,
my hands above the sheets,
purring like a cat,
humming songs
no man will ever hear,
in a bed, small and snug
and big enough for one.

23 Feb 07

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Wow. Now here's something worth reading from a real person. So many poems about dreams on this site, but this is the only one I ever liked.
 — icepineapple

Isabelle5 you have scored again!
 — icepineapple

this poem rox. it makes me sleepy too, lol
 — unknown

Oh, I was revising while you read it.  I wonder what you saw while I was doing that!  You are fast readers!  Thank you!
 — Isabelle5

Isabelle, this is why I'm a big fan of yours.

You manage to bring dreams, humour, and even love into poetry and it never feels forced, fake, or cliché.

I honestly don't know why I haven't favourited all your work.

 — teo_omega11

This is mostly forced and cliche ------- I won't say its fake. You are probably very scincere.
 — unknown


You are a star. Your poetry conjures up so much. Apologies for taking off my latest effort "Gunpowder By The Fire" along with your comment as it was such a pile of poo i couldn't stand to see it sitting in my file any longer.

Larry sick and fed up Lark
 — larrylark

Besides the bit about moutains making sand - this is gold.
 — WordsAndMe

Well Issie, I come to see if I can rip your poem apart since thats all you have been doing to mine when I started posting again, but I can't because it is impossible. I wish you would read something of mine you like and post on it instead of reading everthing you hate. Ha ha, I know there has to be one new poem I wrote that is appealing to you. If I could, I would write to you and only you to get your criticism.
 — Him

Isabelle, you fascinate me.

Very well done.

 — For_Forsaken