I need a single secret while I fix
my lipstick, riding lonely streets in this taxi,
waiting for night to open vision
along this city’s broken river
where I’m taken to find silence
in an arcing curve;
something I breathe as memories stir,
making them run along body’s posture.
In this dream, she’s sumptuous
in vacuous laughter
when she lifts a questioning finger
spreading a violet muse,
her hair’s tousled and she crosses
vivacious legs around a vibrant mood
as I swim in waist-high, icy
rivers slicing the moon.