what i kept dreaming of.

one and one is four
whispered the knockers
by the new front door
and there seemed a quiet sound
as i took a quick look
around,
heard a voice:  "Open sesame!"
then went completely blind,
those too many pills
helped me lose my mind.
someone quietly said
i should remain in bed,
maybe read a book or two,
but
then i saw you
at the gate
arriving so fashionably late
with a string of white pearls,
all freckles and cuddly curls,
throwing kisses with soft red lips,
big bright eyes and hungry hips:
you fit like a glove
which was what
i kept dreaming of.