Six Lovers Deep - John Black

Last night, I had a beautiful dream

that I bought our old building on 41st Street

and I took over the upkeep of the place where we used to sleep.

I knew I needed some assistance, so I placed the call.

Some friends that I could count on helped me tear down the walls,

then, brick by brick, we watched that building fall.

Then I toiled and I slaved for months at a time,

structured life from its foundation, crafted many a rhyme,

and I built you a home of beauty from the grime.

Not a day goes by I don’t wish

that this whole thing was just a dream,

that I’d wake up in the morning

and you’d be lying next to me.

From the floors, to the ceilings, down to every beam,

I designed it all to follow a particular theme,

and filled every open space with all your favorite things.

I made a room for you to dance when you felt the need,

put a hammock in the yard out beneath the trees,

every level of the house held another story to me.

Not a day goes by I don’t wish

that this whole thing was just a dream,

that I’d wake up in the morning

and you’d be lying next to me.

But as the months pass by, I vanquish

in the soul of your memory.

And now I’m three years down,

and six lovers deep.