On her tiptoes,
I think you have been following me
Through the nether.
Through the open void of dreams
That collapse
In on me like a tent. Yes, it was you
I saw in there.
I first glimpsed you months ago
Under a passing
Sun. Now you’re constant, now
I’m a lighthouse
Keeper giving constant attention
To your light.
When we lay still together I forget
About oxygen.
When we trace the neck of Draco
At the expense of
Our bare legs, now red and knobby,
I think about all
The happiness of centuries past.
Every exotic location
That has felt the brush of our wild
Coming together:
The purple loop of the slide,
When we trace the neck of Draco
At the expense of
Our bare legs, now red and knobby,
I think about all
The happiness of centuries past.
Every exotic location
That has felt the brush of our wild
Coming together:
The purple loop of the slide,
Under a pond
Of stars, on a bouncing bus floor,
In the blanket
Darkness of an immobile car—
They have never
Felt such a good thing as us,
Coming together.
So now, darling, when I sleep
I know exactly
Who follows me, and I am
Darkness of an immobile car—
They have never
Felt such a good thing as us,
Coming together.
So now, darling, when I sleep
I know exactly
Who follows me, and I am
Not alone. Now
I don’t know who loves who
More, or how
I will release you from the
Arms of my
Dreams, but why think of that
When you will
I will release you from the
Arms of my
Dreams, but why think of that
When you will
Still come dancing back to me,
Every time
I swim through summer starlight.
I swim through summer starlight.
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