Sonnet for Jehanon

Provoking dreams, you’re welcome at my door

To enter, and to make yourself at home

The myriad uses of this ballroom floor

Can serve each purpose, rather like a tome

Of tales and poems, redolent of dreams.

Oh, we can dance there, never doubt it’s true!

But there’s more in this room that what it seems

A dreaming pair of friends could ever do.

Let’s spread a quilt: this corner, over here.

There’s light that streams inside from high above,

And here I have a picnic, wine and beer,

And bread and cheese and pillows; of course, love,

We might awaken ere the meal is through,

And I’ll still hunger, then, for time with you.

Inspired by http://jehanon.tumblr.com