To A Married Lady

When we made love illicitly last night
Enclosed within the enclave of my dream,
Perforce I used imagination's flight
To raise those secret parts I have not seen.

But when the wine of fantasy is quaffed,
The real that I remember is, you laughed.

Untitled (first of four short poems)

I love the darkness.
Darkness is the light
by which I see my dreams.