for Charles Cantrell
You said that dream sex never satisfies
but if I had a nickel for every guy
who’s fucked me in a dream
or in my sleep (those dreams were fun!)
I’d buy an triple-dip ice-cream cone
and caress and smooth it with my wriggling tongue
until the lady at the ice cream place
told me to stop doing that and leave or she’d call the police.
©2000 F.J. Bergmann
"31 Flavors" appeared in Main Street Rag Vol. 9 #4, Winter 2005.
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