Stolen Kiss In A Dream

In a dream my old woman sat in a sleigh

or other contraption, like the infrared sauna

I use to sweat in, obscured by sheets

that surrounded her, body and head,

loosely, not touching, 

but I knew she was in there.

And I knew very well she was mad at me.

I approached laughing, demanding a kiss,

for I knew the way in and I reminded her

of her parents’ rule: never go to bed angry.

I parted the sheets and she laughed as well.

And as for the kiss, she gave it.