i was dreaming for a long time,
lulled as if by the sound of the rain:
dreaming of the open casement,
the copper-colored silk
of the window hangings
bellying slowly in the wind.
my golden body draped
as if it had dropped diffident
as a petal to the shade
under the rosebush--
the gentle rise and fall
of the breath in my lungs,
the caress of my dark curls
against my cheek,
always fresh,
always new.
i dreamed of myself
against the stone of the tower
the bellying copper silk...
in at the sill
a green strand grew--
it traced a pattern
that became
new
in the stillness.
then i wished for you.
no longer old in my freshness,
i dreamed myself awake--
i dreamed myself
entwined in your arms
draped
against you
as if
you were
hot
stone.
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