out in the middle of some narrow ancient street
I touched your smooth arm
white beneath a green dress
my face was dark
your lips were bleeding
I could not smile
and you could not remember the name of water
and the next street
where sunset had dusted rose
upon the white sidewalks
we walked
(as we have always walked)
head low, shoulders hunched
your skin was close against me.
and when we kissed
the warm rain pressed itself
into our bodies
And what your heart carried,
its vague sorrow,
less than panic
but greater than regret
disappeared just as
the curtain dropped
a sudden flash of light
against a deeper blackness.
We awoke
upon a high promontory
over the ocean
in whose fine repose we know
our bodies sank
crowned with light
and gladness
beneath the waves.
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