DICHOTOMY
Sumptuous
pink and orange satin
sheathe round my whiteness
in heavy-scented folds crushing me.
Breathless, I raise to one elbow,
and through a blurred crack
look at mountains of gray concrete
making an arc over my head
closing off the sky.
The perfume deepens.
I fall back on caressing pillows, faint,
and into my receding consciousness
one slim, white birch
with scattered russet leaves
cuts through the concrete
and stands strong
against a small, sweet
blueness.
