Dream Boy, Dream Girl, Dream It

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The child you long for will not ever be.

Instead the semen of a man and egg

In you will come up with a far proximity

Of what you yearn for.  More a powder keg

Of disappointments — even worse — of kinks

In brain, in sexuality, in flaws

You never thought of  . . . it will be your jinx

To ruin marriage, days and nights, because

It lolls about with everything you did

Not want, with cussedness, with everything

You did not wish for.  So you get the kid

That mothers never dream of.  It will sting.

  So long to thoughtless visions and instead

    You hate that nightmare that you made in bed.

© PhillipWhidden