18th February 2014

Sonnet 96

Last night I dreamt away this wantonesse,

Holding a doe some might shoot for bloodsport;

On waking we found we loved you much less:

Transfigured by our love of last resort.

Her virginy eye kissed chalk painted queen,

Fine chestnut hooves pointed - I was esteemed,

Light panting, a first love  unfelt, unseen:

A white hart's heavy drop less truthful deemed.

Lie still now, green jalousies might betray

Us in dreams brain doctors neglect to translate,

Dreams heart doctors disregard, flush away,

The inexact science of inner state.

Not a doe then - she was of the he sort,

Stilled in the clearing by his Queen's report.