I’d like to weigh in with my
insightful advice but the way
I live is like a nude in
a society of actors who relish
Shakespearian garb. Everyone’s
talking cravats and hem lengths
and I’m feeling my skin. The party
is wining up and wheying down
with curds and soufflés and trifles.
I consider the purity of water,
infuse it through harmonics
whispering I love you below the drone
of exuberance in this mass
consumption. The tenuous
connection stretches taut between
us. I can’t recommend the choices
moving me into this quiet pool
of reflection. Your dance moves
quick while I fast.
We hold each other somehow
stripped down, dressed up
perfectly in time.