Navigating a Strip-Tease Dream
It’s late and I’m open to possibilities
Including a strip-tease dream with me,
A bumbling pantomime, putting on boxer
Shorts while trying to hide my groin behind
Half a towel and twisting myself in knots.
As ordained, a beautiful woman passes by
Coquettishly covering her face and looking
Through her fingers while I play
The matador waving a red flag for attention
Then getting out of the way of the beast
With the hot, foul breath pawing at me.
I know within the dream frame
This is dance and a manner so I am
Not reluctant to ask other women
In other rooms how to do “it,”
That is a sexual dance where
Only the hips and lips move.
One woman must have read my mind
Because she appears on schedule
To the tease of a can-can thump
While brandishing a large rope
I call a hawser that keeps me in check
And keeps me in line as other women
Join in a tight circle around me
Closing in with a luscious musical romp
Until I come up for air, fully spent
And now fully dressed, holding myself
Tight against hands that rule the night
While I try to outrun this highly
Sexualized, gorgeous Conga line.