� 2002 by PJ Nights
in reverie, a summer dance revue
black wings on water, blue-steel needles dove
and spun a complex mid-air rendezvous
I watched for hours as light trails interwove
the muted laughter of my children and
your poems in the murmur of the stream
with castanets, a drunken sarabande
a Moorish fire and grace was brought by dream
and I could move my hips for you in ways
self-conscious thought does not allow - songs wild
and plaintive - lyrics, made to paraphrase
in tongue along your body's span, beguiled
and stole you from pacific waves and wine
to lie with me in fields of celandine
Living the Dream
by Marta Wiley
