When I dream

Ah sleep!
You naughty displayer of thoughts unsaid!

Casually and without discussion, directing me to senarios That I shall never live.
Where I may ride naked upon horse-back across a field of corn
Or kiss a man that both repels and excites me.
Or climb moutains without summits and never stop for breath. 
You are a place of both fantasy and fear
Where the devil may appear without notice, to tell me that my days are numbered.

You are the chocolate mountain that I will never eat
The argument I will never conduct
And the flamboyant dress that I shall never wear.
I close my eyes and think of you
Hoping that tonight, my adventure willl deliver long-awaited answers to questions that have nagged me so.
But no

Ah sleep!
Instead you will steal me and make me yours for a few hours
And I shall wake up exhausted by uncensored labours as the servant of your doing
Ashamed and yet excited
At the promise of tomorrow!