Armana Art ~ a bas-relief in time

He drives a dump truck full of snow to a woman
in Ohio on a cold cold winter's day.

What do you do with a man like that?

Near as I can say, you hold his head gently
between your legs and you arch your back.
You crunch the Rosetta stone of Lovers
and you remember what you were born for
and why you dance for three days

you know his hands and you touch his
face, you are waves in an ocean
and you clash like Nubian gods,
metallic paint is dripping from every pore and
your bodies fissure sacred scarabs

you break the canopic jars and feed each other
your remains

you leave the heart outside

you insist on your Divine Rights
you are temples of worship.

Deux personnages.

I hover between two worlds.