Each time that I haveingested
Curry-flavored Indian food
Romance-flavored reveries
Of thenighttime have ensued
'Tis but a strange occurrence
How vulnerable ismy mind?
Visions are always created
Dating back to the tamarind
Lastnight was no exception
For when I slept after the meal
I conjured up awoman I fancied
Imaginary yet with much appeal
We were at a baseballgame
Merely spectators of the sport
I had gone just as an aficionado
Notfor excitement of any other sort
Between innings I looked
Anddiscovered across the aisle
A heavenly figure whose image
Immediatelybrought me to smile
One row across and in front,
She apparently wasrather near
Yet a true encounter was distant
As I viewed her only from therear
Red was her color of choice
Not just of my heart on fire
Forher hat, shorts, and shoelaces
Showed a color preference in attire
Alsothere was her shirt
That which was colored white
Like the upward concavityof the shoelaces
It shined a positive light
Her hair was smooth andlong
The brown strands flowed with such beauty
Needing to see and know hermore
I recognized my duty
I set my peanuts to the floor
As fromsitting I arose
To begin my journey seemingly
Across a multitude ofrows
I saw her face, so smooth
Comparable to the prettiest beaches ofsand
We gazed at each other at that moment
Surely destined to be togetherand
It was then that I awoke abruptly
As soon as I had reached herseat
Despite the sudden end I still love these dreams
That result fromcertain foods that I eat
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