sleep
in her black and white dreams
color arrives like an unwanted guest,
the comforting grays of her subterranean life
are opened to the bleat of the visible spectrum,
all her soft muted love affairs
become somehow tawdry and venal,
but in dreams she can feel moonlight
on her skin and lovemaking
under the sheet of darkness
becomes tender and tactile and luscious
in the shaded house of her sleep
red and greens and yellows are dismissed
so she can clearly see
the choices of her heart
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The choices of her heart! Beautiful, Jim.
I love the balance of this piece from the opening “in her black and white dreams/color arrives like an unwanted guest…” to that stunning final stanza.