burgundy dream (for y***)

"lay your sleeping head, my love,
human in my faithless arm."--w.h.auden
his head in angel's sleep
was a tilted globe in axis
and as we traveled along,
i saw the changes of season
in his peaceful face.
the solitude of winter
froze the beauty of his brows
one lurch of the bus
and his lips' colored spring bloomed
a turn toward the south
made his summer-kissed cheeks aglow
until a halt by the tollways
brought his ink-like hair to a fall.
what could he have dreamed of
before his eyes fluttered wide?
was it the pinkest of desire
that caused a floral smile?
i wish it were a dream of burgundy
where grapes are plucked for fermenting
and the wine will lose itself in ecstasy.