A lady and her lover dream

In a dream
of silken sheets
luxurious
                                caparison drapes a
                                destrier his face a gold
                                mask horse-sweat
of sultry
summer-nights
                                before the glorious
                                day of pennants flying
in a wind of
langorous longings
above the swan-lake
stars-swimming
                                 and lances raised
                                 saluting white faces
                                 favours waving
I lie beneath a
canopy and think
of you
                                hoping in victory
                                no wealth no
                                sentiment can ever
                                match the thrill
of our sweet love
                                and I ask for
                                nothing more

A lady and her lover dream

this baldaquin
of broidered
cloth of gold will be
                               our overarching sky
                               fiery fierce I’ll rise
golden-spurred
as all the perfumes
of Arabia rise from
cinnamon ashes
                                as the Phoenix
                                firebird. Eternal.