He Who Sleeps on My Lap

by Ronald Baytan

My friend

who sleeps on my lap

loves someone else.

He says he is man 

and a man needs a woman

and I disagree.

We argue until he grows

tired of talking

and sleeps on my lap

on this chilly night.

And I sigh,

knowing he loves 

someone else 

but still sleeps

gently on my lap,

innocent not knowing 

that I am here

slaughtering

one wicked wish

that when he wakes up

I shall be his dream.