The Dreamscape Cocoon
He starts to giggle as I fall asleep.
He’s quite silly when he tugs
At the premeditation of my heart.
Without my common body and legs,
He knows I’ll be fucked in the morning.
In a roller coaster made from decorative bark and pine,
I see how the unique screams of joy in each individual
twirl and weave through this land of insane revel.
Everyone’s tall enough to undergo such magnitude
And this ride is a sleeper hit in such a world of grandeur.
There are dazzling mountains made of coffee ice cream
That never melt in such a warm climate.
It’s raining candy confetti all throughout,
But I’m too removed to eat something so yummy.
I know he loves to getaway and make me happy.
“Don’t you just want to float away?” he asks.
The dreamscape cocoon feels like the warmest water.
In this place it’s easy for me to see you when he can’t.
The love fills my waffle cone with wonder regardless.
Escapism holds it together when you and I leave
And the ice cream wants to melt.
-Eric Egavian
