Dream Lover

Laying in bed between crisp white sheets, I hear the yelping of Mr. Martinez dog, while the crickets croon to the night. A frog's ardent love call remains unanswered, as my husband's restless snores beg for oxygen. Furtive moonbeams creep between venetian blinds while a lonely nervous intrepid breeze found the open window and entered carefully, entreating me to sleep. Feeling it's narcotic effect, I close my eyes. I will again engage in infidelity with my veiled lover who is aware of my covert desires which only he can gratify. Lying prone I wait for my dream to take me where my husband never could.