Reality’s Dream

Lavish sensations
Air devoured
Your eyes drip expectation
The aroma permeates
Stealing every corner of your house
It clings to the walls
Teasing you with thoughts of mischief
So you plead the like
Please bruschetta, your favorite
Or stuffed mushrooms, maybe chicken parmesan
Can we say vegetables and herbs of the freshest sort
Are all the invitation one may need
But how the air feels, and we have yet to even see what comes
But then time halts to a close
The doors of anticipation fling open
Dinner is here
The cook, bustling about, warns us not to interfere
But I must take a peak
So quick, it won’t disturb
Wait, I recall what brought dismay upon me last
For chef held my sweet ending to his sway
I curse you, my over indulgent sight
So I stay
And my hopes do not get toyed
Then the feast takes its splendor upon the table which I sit
My eyes gain their request
I shiver with a warm glee walking down to my little toes
Then the adults take their seats
They laugh at the wine
Cry at the cheese
My eyes, my ears, my nose, my tongue
So full they all sigh
Answered my prayers be
My belly full
I skip up the long stairs to fall into bed
Closing my eyes to a kiss on the cheek
As night becomes the play of reality’s dream