Spelling out my dream

 Spreading out across the bench like that
spelling out my dream for me
Calling the sun on down
careless and playful/lithe and angelic

Set it into motion, make me that passive seer only
I observe! instinct has a heart of it's own
Desire it's own fertile imagination
They are separate people inside me

They lead me I feel obliged to sit in the backrow
My burdens laid to waste inner grin spreading
breast to breast dipping down to my appetite
laying there across the bench like that

Fan the heat from the exertion spent
The inhaling and exhaling of my lungs distract
I forget effort, forget pain, even youth farewelling me
This admiration is a heart's vacation

The cliche of my personal pain
It's meaninglessness drips away
Inside my constant perspiration
Spelling out my dream for me