Lusty Abundance

I dreamed once that
Money was a man—
dark, handsome, and well-dressed.
He shared his abundance with me
all night long in my bed.

He told the truth as foreplay,
whispering encouragements in my ear,
and growing jealous
as he asked me why
I didn’t call him more often.

After that visitation,
my relationship with the
energy known as money
became embodied and personal—
my sheets still smell like lust and gold.

I know now:
money is medicine–
a bad boy in leather pants
and he wants me
as much as I want him.

Maybe even more.