STARDUST IN DAYDREAMS
I met the velvet ghost of Cappucine,
her, quick light haunted steps,
sinking diamond tiaras
beneath twinkling sands.
Her pupils affixed,
as endless pylons of sapphire
swimming in unbalanced golden halos.
Wrapped in raspberry quilts,
we drank the ruby nectar from burgundy baths,
while sheets of taffeta fell
the sparkling diamond-chipped rains
that nearly drowned,
smooth and casting
soft mink shadows darting,
about one silvery kiss
and two eternal flames.
Then, all at once, I awoke anew,
startled as these resplendent dreams
melted into my cocoa
and spread the buttery smooth cream
of mellows about the stir, spoon, then pallet,
fell back into this swirling black bean pool
of daydreams for another world,
and the secrets of my darling.