In My Dappled Dream I Saw You

In My Dappled Dream I Saw You In my dappled dream I saw you, Your shimmering ghost, young again, As we were, when soft flares hid your brown legs, There, in the warm April shadows, us Astride an old beach blanket on the grass of Corona. 1971 was sensational when we were 19 years old; We held each other like lovers afoul in the neutral shade, And kissed deeply there, as ants found crumbs of cookies, Laid there by swishing palms in the dishonest sunlight. Oh lady, it was madness most discrete, indeed, behind the boyfriend’s back, miles away to the east; You found new passions in our discretions there, You delivered moist messages with muted giggles there. Oh lady, you were wildly untrue to him that day! Rolling as young leopards at play, Our lips found its prey with mindless precision, There, in the afternoon spectacle of leering light, Of young lovers deliberately cheating, Tendering desperate embraces in the perfumed shadows.