I could not really sleep,
And I was thinking about myself,Like sex and candy,
And how I had changed a thing, or two,
Which made me think of you,
As my head was on the pillow,
And, accidentally, I thought I heard you chipper in your dreams. Granted, I can blow some smoke.
Granted, I might not be so pretty.
Granted, after losing 28 pounds this year, I added 8 back.
And granted, you already have a boyfriend,
Which, despite myself, is a fact that does not shake away,
No matter how outlandishly I push the envelope,
And think there's no accounting for taste.
But, as my head was on the pillow,
I thought I accidentally heard you,
Chipper in your dreams. Kind of a "chatty Cathy" in a way,
With a rapidity in your speech,
Arriving from liberty of tongue,
All the while perfectly valid commentary,
It certainly seemed to me!
But I was worried that the vertices,
Of my disappointment in self,
Of my ego embarrassment, as it were,
Would rattle you awake.
But then it was practically like a Christ thing,
You signaling and enunciating for me to relax.
And I was super-impressed, just like in a waking day!
I remember how you smooth my furrowed brow,
When I am afraid I'm busted,
Having been too much cuddle lust, and puppy piddle,
And you were chipper in your sleep.
Even though I thought I woke you in the end,
You were chipper in your sleep.
And so I had to tell you,
Not because you haven't heard enough of my tales,
But just in case you might forget,
That I think of you as...chipper... in your sleep!
SCA December 4, 2010