Chinese Dream

My dream home is a small, single story
building with four rooms and maybe a closet.
In each room there will be one lamp, big lamps
that fill a room with light, and I'll
only have one lightbulb so when I want to move
so too will the bulb move.
Four lamps and four bulbs isn't sensible!
One bulb, just one, will make me happy.
And in the house there will be a bed for two,
a couch, two chairs with a third maybe in this
closet I might have and a table and a stove,
and on that stove I will finally use a wok and cook.
A fridge with just enough food, never too much, never too
little.  And, of course, a shelf, hell make it two shelves, and
a toilet and tub, tow sinks and a phone.
And the house will be in China, for China
is the place to be when you dream! In the country,
far from cities but close to civilization, just simple people
with their simple crops and simple dreams.
And everywhere I'd go I'd have to bike,
because cars are inefficent, cars are not the
way to go.  And I'd have one tv with one channel
with no commericals, and a computer to talk
to my friends I left behind.  And I'd live there
with my wife, oh how beautiful she'll be!
Sweet and kind, understanding and firm. She won't
be considered intellegent by any standards of this world,
but rather, smart enough to grasp life as it is,
like so few can.  She and I will talk for days
on end about life and we'll laugh, cry, become enlightened,
together.  And we'll lay together, she'll beg to!  Four times
a week she'll beg, though never the same routine,
never the same time or day!  We'll awake, she'll want me,
or in the night, she'll need me!
Hell somedays she'll call me at work and plead
me to come home to her!  And I'll comply, and many
times I will be the one begging, for she'll be amazing, and
I'll be enough.
We'll lay at night, in the day, in bed,
make it on the couch, make love in the garden in
the dirt like the animals we were born to be!
And, if I decide to have this closet, we'll
especially make love there, that'll be our favorite.
Oh and the garden!  What a beautiful garden
we'll have!  With fruits and vegetables and flowers!
And she'll tend it during the day and I'll tend it at night,
for she'll have no need for a job, mine will be enough,
we won't need much money anyway.
And I'll be, what shall I be?  A farm hand?  Worker
at a market?  Or what about a fisherman?  Yes,
a fisherman, out on Chinese waters, catching fish
and coming home reeking of my catches,
but she won't complain!
She'll love that smell, beg to be made love to
to that smell!
And sometimes I'll bring some catch
home and I'll cook for her with my wok, or she'll
cook for me, and she'll teach me her secrets and I'll
teach her mine.  Then we'll lay, for the sea gets lonely,
and just a few hours can send one mad!  And when we're
done and washed and clean, we'll sit in the glow
of our solitary light bulb and I'll write and she'll paint.
One day we'll have a child together, whether a boy or a girl
I do not know, but I do know they will be sweet and kind
like their mother, not cold like their father.
And I will love them very much and we'll all go
biking, we'll all garden and paint and write
and play and I will have to build another room so my
wife and I can lay away from our child, for they need
not know what we do.
And our neighbors, unlike in the states,
will be sweet people who do not care that I hang
a Christmas tree or pray to God or lay with
my wife in our garden at night!
And I won't care what they do,
for in China, no one really cares what others do!
And when my wife gets cold I'll hold her as she
shivers and if I get cold she'll hold me as I shiver,
and sometimes we'll shiver together, but it'll be okay.
We'll fight, of course, but just enough, not too much.
And we won't care for politics, just pay taxes, abide
by the law, drink enough to get by, never smoke,
hell I'll never touch another pill in my life!
And the only worries we'll have is whether or
not to build that damn closet and what to
put in it if we do!
And though I am still a child at heart, she will
understand and that is why I will love her!
She will be understanding and smart and beautiful,
and she'll be proud of me too.
Proud when we awaken, proud when I come home
from work, as we lay she'll be proud of the man in her arms
and I will be a man and she a woman and no longer a dream
but perfect and nothing more will matter
other than taking care of our kid, our garden, my job,
our art, our sex, and what to do with that damn closet!