Dream Within A Dream (Poetry)

Old lovers wander
through my dreams — faces
blurred — in a tangle
of young limbs eager
for wild adventure

Their names don’t matter
all hot breath and hands
half-meant promises
with no sense to them
rule the mating game

The action’s sporting
and there’s comfort in
enthusiasms
they don’t try to hide
their objective’s clear

I am team ‘solo’
practised in the dark
I hog the covers
pretend I’m asleep —
dream within a dream

They follow on through
we play extra time
are they in my dream
or am I in theirs?
Dawn declares a draw