In a dream you ask for a massage and though my hands are tired,
I agree. You smile in a peculiar way and my heart, no diamond
in any circumstance, melts entirely; I take you in my arms
and the fan spins like a ballerina and our laughter
pulls out the bits of stardust that compose us-
we are so much lighter without those billions of years of history
writ in heavy metals (just grams from lethal doses) in our bloodstream
that we float away.
We freeze into a cloud for a moment before the water realizes who we are.
It flees on the wings of migrating birds and we fall with the air trying to evade us.
The earth (that noble and unchanging element)
happily opens a single slender chasm big enough for two
to avoid the danger of our touch.
At the center of the world we are finally far enough from the living
to let our lips meet without running real risks
of incinerating all valuable things in the clamor of an electric tempest.
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