Reaching for Lips

Reaching for Lips



frost music
the authenticity of dirty snow
the impenetrable instant
when a body begins
to approach another body

when a river starts to enter another river
without undressing
plunging into another dimension
in a humble Arcadia of infancy

it might not even be a river,
or a movement, or form, 
but a garment covering bodies
under a cherry tree with branches 
strangely open 

but it's not a cherry tree 
it's more the shadow of a guardian angel
knees tremble when lips reach lips