reconvened,
our mouths and hands
were begging
to be spry

talked about the heat while jazz
hung pumpkins in the sky

we crawled around and itched
a bit, and then i rubbed my eyes
fingerpads swirled
and reeked of some
purpose hypnotized

you
gyrated and slipped
i
tightened my grip
dice were thrown
branches grown
i put my color on your hip

my prayer hands
were filled by it
and bridged your eyes to mine

but our bones, a bit
had gone too thin
and rattled as we tired

oh, i was so
low abashed
you, sweetly,
kissed it high
and thereupon, dawn bowed fore us
as weight-of-wait went by

and so i draped
my own in yours

and so you draped
your own in mine

still, as stars must, so do we
fade out
and kiss
goodbye