Dreamer
Were you to return
in the midnight
of my dreams,
I would meet you bare,
'neath black knit dress.
Red lipstick.
Your ring hastily stuck
third finger down.
We would make love
standing shoeless
on cool marble floors,
lie in the rain
as thunder
songed into our heads
of days beneath
scorched sunlight;
recall choruses of
forever words
spoken, forgotten,
as we danced.
Pris Campbell
Copyright 7/13/2001
Artwork: Dreamer by John Rocheleau
(Having lived and worked in London, John now paints landscapes, portraits, and contemporary artwork in Canada, his home since the seventies.)
Music: Once you had Gold by Enya