WHEN

Wicked fantasies
on the glass wings of seduction
fly past window sills
to sleep
where the night blooming jasmine grows
where they lay and wait
for Passion or Fate
to bring them the hearts of men
who bottle moonlight and romance
then sell it just for fun.
Seeing secrets revealed
when candle sticks are lit
music is seen not heard
and pleasure
is measured by time
their forever restless souls
escape the spirits hold
and do a hot-bodied dance in the sky
at a party given by the stars.
Sweet dreams
served with whipped cream
and sprinkled kisses
are there wishes
think sleep my love
and good night.