Fields and Leaves
ginkgo leaves covered the ground
scattering and sweeping upward
as I walked through
the dreamscape city
pink and blue pigeons
fat and chattering
walked with me as guides
we spoke through the unspoken
a connection equally understood
requiring no words
they knew, so they followed
and I knew, so I invited
they took me to a field
in the middle of this city
I thought I saw you
but couldn’t be sure
the years had changed us
but I sensed your energy
even in different skin
you represented him
whom I loved and left
when I forced the realization
that passion we never shared
you saw me and smiled
they were your lips
you took my hand
and with the pigeons we walked
in another life we were
meant for each other
and in the night
we moaned with each other
I never once thought
you’d return to my dreams
as a lover, as a man
the man you never were
I peered into eyes
that were not yours
but were their replacement
they undressed me
until I eagerly
opened to your release
I let you inside
one final time
perhaps to make up
for the lay I refused you
all those years ago
in this dreaming
you were the best
confirming its unreality
yet I loved you that night
until I awoke
shaken and soaked
the last nightly visit
we’ll ever make
the birds were there
they must have brought me to you
does your Scorpio
leave you restless
searching for your
former fire
as I searched for
a midnight lust?
the pink began to melt
into hues of brilliant violet
as the blue took to green
they circled in our ecstasy
to make witness to
the last gasp
you’ll ever make escape from me