DREAMZENA

i

i see her running
into the sea;
i put out my hands

to stop her:
she becomes
the zebra colt
of my forgotten
gardens.

ii

from her mouth
i see coming the dusk of
bays,
bringing the ganders
of gender
into my tiny room,
livid with living
for her shadows.

iii

i love adoring to dream
of love being in the presence
of ralnydark
women, richer than
the puddles of shimmering
simmering in the eyes of only
the tidiest rubies.