. . . and dreams, well, dreams

will have their way with you

        Robert Hass, "First Things At The Last Minute"

The last good kiss

you had was years ago.

    Richard Hugo, "Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg"

Now there are only the dreams, and not

The dreams but the moment of awakening,

Light leaning in and lifting across paintings

And photographs, a mirror, the light moving,

The dreamed moment never framed and still,

While out my window the light is opening

The pine boughs, moving with it and against it,

Coupling in slow and then urgent motions,

Tumescence and luminescence, entering

The body receiving it into its core of radiance; 

One moment remembering desire, sexual scent

Of pine, the still and breathless moment after.