The joys of dreaming

Some nights, on my bed
I close my eyes and
spend a million pounds.

As of the last,
mother owns a home
in the Antibes, and father,
a yacht, moored in the Maldives.

Folakemi has no inkling
of a dozen costly horses
I flew from Tehran to Aruba
they'lI draw the golden coach
at our wedding ceremony.

Tonight, I'll lounge naked
on a private shore in Belize
and write with moonlight
of the joys of dreaming.