Dreaming in color

Dreams

1. The Affair
The feel
of a set of hotel keys
a set of thoughts of
what it’s been, of what
it will be
again, played out
in the screaming of her pulse,
outlined like a face below water
by the crisp wrinkles
of a white envelope between the fingers
of the man who pulls it from its hiding
place in the branches
of a mean growing bush
in a meridian between traffic
coming down, going up State Street.

2. The Accusation
Our old friend
G. her hair young and
blazing, on a lawn like a Wyeth autumn
beckoning me from three arm’s length
with her voice, her hair,
her large eyes, her old love,
her innocent boy sleepy in pajamas
waving from the front door.

3. The Fairy Tale
A young woman
like a young you
delicate in her lace, in her
wedding gown, in a skullcap
like blushing Cinderella’s
in the window of an arboretum
a raglan sleeve shaping a feminine
hand gesturing to the stars
high above the lawn
where I stand dreaming
by her stone castle,
where far below
you stand
anticipating my return.

4. The Re-creation
Writing this poem
sliding out of white sheets
on the bed of our apartment in the city,
you stir, purr and, to forget
nothing, I try to write by
standing above you, how
it feels of
what it’s been and
what it suddenly is,
again.