Daydreaming In Art-#4

He can hear her voice calling

Oscar, Oscar, Oscar while

thoughts seduce her.

"No man on Earth is a lucky as I"

Those words being part of his thoughts too.

He daydreams about her whimpering,

as the cold brush moves down her body in finishing.

Oscar has lust on his mind,

he decides to write her a love letter

and he will do it in his dreams.

In his dreams he can see what is not seen;

in the real world.

He heard the banging on the door,

polished voices, acapello songs,

he heard the old man's drunken voice,

the bedroom door slam.

Too drunk to use a key.

He was only seven years old then,

but it was still in his head,

After he'd led them in, he'd run in his room,

to cover his head with a pillow; the voices louder,

the music louder

always two or three

then another door would slam,

the old mans bedroom door,

there would be laughter,

moans, the smell of tobacco

seeping from underneath the door,

then after a long night; silence

He promised he wouldn't turn out like him

His bride would not come from the streets,

she would be a beautiful virgin, and she

would never leave his room.

V.Ramos