Be still in unpeopled space
and be in the perfect moment.
Your body surrounds the World
and shrinks it to body-space
and sweat catches like pale rain
thousand-footed on your lip.
Your thigh crosses mine
and between our chests is only chest.

Far from you, the charred stumps
sit soaked by summer falls, too late
to quell the thick quiet that embraces
this place. Tall grasses from the spent earth
and green-silver garlands from bone-fingers
stirring, whisper of motion to be.