In my dreams
they all play
guitar, the women.Long limbed, lithe,
in the money of sex,
they would be Gold.Necks bent ( Modigiliani )
over the necks of the
guitar, swan, sound hole.Singing softly,
come out, out you come.
( snake charmer taught )
and me wishing either
to wake up,
or that the daughters of them
really were mine.