in warm dream

in warm dream

you ascend

alive

splashing our love song

in soft green colors

across giant canvasses

later we lie very still

neath cool white sheets,

mixing your oceans with my seas

swimming together as one

deep inside our magic

and there remains only your placid breath

its rise and fall

the balance of it all,

and your slumber

calls me

back to your arms,

to your long haired shelter

once in this dream

we met as strangers,

I would drive all through the wet night

to catch a glimpse of the memory of you,

a young girl offering me hot tea,

pea soup,

bicycling jumpropes for kicks,

but I could only feel the kind of loss

a distant lover struggles over

knowing your arms would eventually encircle others

when these vision river rains pass

so you would depart on another journey

dressed in your white shoes

with your tired shoulders bent,

arranging your flowers,

and your lovers would taste that fruit

take in that fragrance

that is you

but what of the synergy we once dreamt of?

singular lovers to marvel at each other's strengths?

where is the pure taste of two voices joined as one?

on this night the ground is wet

I am riding on this tender train coming to you,

it is like that faded blue night

midwests long ago

when I challenged the driving rain,

carrying my beatific infatuations

presenting my gypsy gifts of brotherhood to you

and on this night only sounds of growth and death interest me,

and lying there in your Christmas light,

your precious Noel,

your face so soft with lover’s glow,

your coffee breasts moist from inspired honey potion,

your songs revealing another iridescent gone dream

then outside this dream

we are only disparate lovers

becoming journeyers,

stopping momentarily for a lusting drink

from another's newly planted reft rivers

St. Louis, 1977