well-worn products of extended borrowing
from one demarcated zone to another,
when all i can remember is skin:
delicious sex theory &
scratches on marble;
memory is of the muscles.
that she is ruddy, fleet, and strong;
that sometimes there is nothing left but
these mossy incantations.
to hunt the waterfalls you must
imprison yourself -
the whole fantastic world!
telling tales about the sun.