It Begins

Reality leaks
Drips, bit by bit
It leaves me

Are soft, golden wheat
And my biology text book
My source of constant arousal
Becomes a brunette named Lisa

Wheat woven into a sea of golden grass

On the sidewalk
Inside our soapy bubble
Being kissed by a little girl
Now carried by the wind

A sea of number
Begins to drown
My life saver
Is my fantasy