Dreaming

LUCKY LADY

I think of your watching eyes when the moon
Shows its shiny new coinage in the sky –
When the black chips of midnight and its boon
Of bright stars have been flung like dice so high,
The sleeping sun reclines in Jackpot dreams—
All the slotted machines flashing red lights
As their trays are heavied with coins in streams
And the eyes watching now, like yours, excite.
For those eyes are cool circles of silver
Gambled on the green tables of a dream,
Your smile pressing the next bet. In the room
Where we would embrace: above, a flicker
Of fluorescent lights the way. Your eyes gleam
With subtext; like a sly wink from the moon.