Can the mind that is my mind ever know you?

Sometimes it skips through time

touching you

like a hop-stone flashing over water,

bringing me fresh disturbances from the long fondness.

In the unfathomable vastness of the sea,

where beauty has its secret heart,

a paternal

volcano violently welts

a baby's backside. Should I have tied you down?

Absurd! The fires we knew yesterday can never

illuminate tomorrow or ever

hold you

the way my arms long to—Still,

my warm blood lengthens to get under your skin.

I remember the cool enveloping sense of you

there in the moonlight, so many

years ago,

your mica blonde & gossamer-licked

breasts, soft husky voice, how they surround

Us here on the sweltering bed—Hot bitch!

Getting down to suck the chrome

off a trailer hitch!

For fourteen years you capture me

awakening to, reverberating to, your soul.

O, Virginia, I thought of hiding these flurries

on top of a choice telephone

pole in Napa,

insignificant, just another

stir from the goblet, lost in the yuck of time.

Can a poem on ice affirm one alert nerve, honest in joy

when you enter the room?

My attention

bursts through the shell

and stiffens: I dream of drawing a slice of lemon

From your loins, leaning down to sip—Maybe you'll

finger the same idea?

Ah, foreplay.

Excuse me, while I check

out & take a leak—but now I'm back!

If my ancestors knew I'd even met

a girl like you, they'd

burn.

I watched you move

the other night, child of the tenderest spirit,

Your fierce laughter and calm demeanor

makes me want to rip

your fucking

clothes off and woo you

on the altar of our future generations.