It Was Just A Dream Poem by Randy McClave

It was just a dream, she wasn't lying there
With her earrings on and her messed up hair,
Her clothes are not lying upon my bedroom floor
Neither are they stuffed inside my dresser drawer,
As I just awoke, and she is nowhere.

My soul it is not in sadness or despair
Of the many times that we have had an affair,
She was my lover and my wh0re,
It was just a dream.

Before bed every night I would say a prayer
Then at her picture I would wish and swear,
Then seductively she walks to me though my door
As she had in lingerie the night before,
Finally I feel the need and the desire;
It was just a dream.

Randy L. McClave