I Dreamed the Dream That Lovers Dream

Behind the house, we walked beneath the pines.
The trail released a lingering dust that dimmed
the laughing summer voices from inside.
Our shoulders swayed and gently glanced in time

with the coy, half-curved smiles shyly revealed.
He brushed the peach-pit pebbles with his foot
before he flapped a white silk sheet over
the sloping terrain, swollen by the tree roots.

We sat in warmth despite the citrus sky.
I rolled pine resin between my fingers
and watched the sap turn black. He whispered kisses
tickling the goosebump hairs behind my ears.

     This dream inspired love's faith, but day told me:
     Even the sweetest dreams are only dreams.