i dreamt you took me to a gallery
contemporary and bizarre
what i imagine the insides of the capillaries of dali’s brain to be
we didnt speak a word
everything felt sturdy and well crafted
my dress was seamed well and your shoes shined
our legs half-evaporate as we stroll
ever so eager
puzzling looks at unfamiliar shapes
we admire the work
and then we leave
silence; still
mouths shut
locked and sealed and we shake the keys
the hands of the clock dance for a while
my thick moustache grows as we swallow Guinness
and then it happens
ever so eager
admiring looks at familiar shapes
we puzzle the work
and then we come