Silent Dreams

you’re in your sleep and you’re talking
and it’s loud and clear—to you—what it is but not to them
to them here
else there’d be hell to pay

you’re in your sleep and it’s elaborate and X-rated
each word they said in the past
telling them what they needed to know
but no no no: they ran off

you’re in your sleep and she’s still here—
playing with plants, jutting tempo—
not listening to your truth. you’re with new love
now, but you dream and talk blindly

you’re in your sleep with your risqué
though silent dreams. she ain’t here
when you wake; but someone else is—feeding greens, bad strutting—
not understanding you either