In a message dated 9/7/01 10:19:30 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:

<< --                'Perchance...'


  The hostel is taut with dreams

  and the outside world broods.


  Aaron dreams that Louise

  rides pillion on a Harley Davison,

  encircles him with fleshless arms,

  whispers endearments

  into the ears of his luminescent helmet. [drop luminescent?]


  Louise dreams that she and Stephen

  dance three-legged at the Summer Ball.

  Her skimpy dress, a one-off by Tantiana,

  dances with them.  Stephen's hands and breath

  are fiery, though perfumed by Stein.


  Stephen dreams that he and Sara

  are skinny-dipping in the seas of Bali

  and afterwards will wander up the golden sands

  to feed the tarantulas

  and some junior school kids in cages.


  Sara's eyes are quite, quite still

  as she lies in virgin, dreamless state.


  Only LeeAnne and Martin dream of each other,

  struggle through fire and brimstone, slaying  [I would find some other
expression than fire and brimstone]

dragons,

  scaling heights, displacing storklets  [might not need this line]

  to reach a weary, wobbly state of intimacy,

  in a frayed bird's nest on an Aachen roof.


  Outside

  the thunder breaks, clashes and claps.  [i would end here]


  The sleepers stir.


  Later they will begin to dream again. >>

I like this poem; is familiar human experience.  Is there some way to write
the dreams without using the word dream?

kol tuv, Ryfkah