in warm dream
you ascend
alive
splashing your songs
in soft green colors
across giant canvasses
later we lie very still
placid breaths rise and fall
balancing it all,
my seas your oceans
in warm dream
we met as strangers,
driving through the wet night
hot tea, pea soup,
trading jump ropes for kicks,
gypsy gifts of brotherhood
in dreams now
we are disparate lovers
becoming journeyers,
stopping momentarily for a lusting drink
from others’ newly beguiled and bereft rivers
St. Louis, 1977