Contradanza Tonight, when you cut the fabric & I cut the dry trunk, I’ll tell myself that we were made to find ourselves under the bower of poplars. We would both have our eyes clean to look at the good of what remains in us. I want you to shower for my wet hands, & then in the sleeplessness, know me again contingent and fleeting. Whenever I approached you, I learned that a man's body is also a way of understanding the earth. In you I always walked crossing mountains, tasting the exact flavors of your fruit. Let's walk around the city buy beer & tacos. Or, get in my jeep & be my flower of smoke. Dance like an agonizing deer to preserve the memory. of your footsteps in the world.
