Two Feet.

I have kissed the mouth of a 35 mm queen.

Beneath the light of the silvery screen, we kissed like lovers of honey and light.

She played her reels for me, as we danced along the beach.

We talked about what we wanted to be when we grew feet.

I said, "I don't ever want to grow feet. I want to grow teeth"

She said, "That story has been told. You must be asleep. Wake up. All must grow feet."

I said, "Sweetheart, I don't sleep at the movies. You must be mistaken."

She said, "No, it was you, I remember the fire when the clowns came on stage."

Puzzled, I scratched at my head for answer. No recollection of the night in question.

Two clowns came to my house, asked me for some water.

I invited them in. They said the queen was their daughter.

I knew what they meant. They made words sound sweet.

So, I stood up and walked like a bear on two feet.