at Phromthep Cape, the edge of the world, my dress unloosened— wind ripped along the coast drove along until it lifted & we drove on jeep around the roar's extremities ( ) the Thai curry, deepfried crabmeat at Baan Rim Pa sweet mint sauces hung to our clothes as did rain lawless waves clinging to cliff long-tailed boats tear the Andaman sea with their unmuffled motors soggy newspapers sopped up night's moisture clothes don't dry here & matches don't catch only you were willing ( ) i had lost a day coming to Bangkok "love shacks" "up to you" cafés another life Paris, St. Germain des Prés, rue Jacob, your reflection on glass door walking toward me through garden archway— never such a beautiful sight! ( ) to the Louvre, the bouqinistes we went tired & drunk from love in the late mornings this subterranean language like discovering the hidden rooms in an old château we find our loves —what i see vastness and always water ( ) silvery reflection of sky teal Jura mountains water oozed aqua laving over— how could i ask anything of you? raining, the rose opens. can life be passed when life is offered? the vine will search the divine. quiet vineyards roll in angles, grapes green & deep red ( ) this opal rain on linden trees, sunflowers if i could bottle your voice dappling mountains near church steeple & Romanesque rotunda of Lavigny— did you call me this morning or was it a dream? mother & child take shelter under church porch clouds blanket the Jura mountains near Geneva disappearing into light did you come to kiss me? ( ) listen the wind through grape crevices & leaves like waves upset fibers tangled repeating octaves tongues perched shaped in swan-light, bodies float on Lac Léman at Buchillon. i lie on rocks glowing as your chest & hear water's memory ( ) les deux baigneurs frolic on surf board algae legs dangling in water it seemed a promise the beach everyday unmitigated lost: a black silk sweater in Phnom Penh, riding on motorcycle, driver in front you behind, your arms around me, darkness & dust of the party-goers folding us —where are you now? ( ) a pigeon windless whaled up on my patio door a wingless bird carrying unopened wind-knocking door
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