He couldn’t speak his name
but knew exactly who he
was:
Songs and Voices
Nipples and Tongues
Thoughts without secrets or words, assembling
the world through his
eyes, we
were caught in his orbit, casting aside
needles and tubes, fl oating
above midnight’s child.
We were climbing red rock
without a harness,
feeling
our way with our fingers, we
crept into the shadow of a crag, now we
Contemplate featureless walls, cool
cell of our own
construction—
three, huddled
in comfort.