5.
All night dreaming of a body
space weighs on differently from mine
Weare making love in the street
the traffic flows off from us
pouring back like a sheet
the asphalt undulates with tenderness
there is no dismay
we move together like underwater plants
Over and over, starting to wake
I dive back to discover you
still whispering, Touch me, we go on
streaming through the slow
citylight forest ocean
stirring our body hair
But this is the saying of a dream
on waking
I wish there were somewhere
actual we could stand
handing the power-glasses back and forth
looking at the earth, the wildwood
where the split began
