Mondays

Life begins in panic  
at way too fucking early AM  
dreams cut short  
such sweet surreal dreams  
damn, I need a new alarm
  
the last one just committed suicide
throwing itself against the wall  
 
head buried deep under the covers  
chasing lost dreams  
sweet wicked dreams  
my hands buried in my thighs  
how can I work with this yearning  
I can't even walk with this aching desire  
 
oh god, I fall out of bed  
slithering across the floor  
willing myself to stand  
instant evolution  
from amoeba to human in one easy step  
 
damn, I need a cold shower  
I hate cold showers  
I just want to feel you inside me    
deep within my wicked dreams