Cities

I have loved, hopeless, cities as I have loved people. In the dawn walking up the canyon of an overcast avenue as though allowed to be in the corridor of a lover’s mind, my body filled with the hurry and the edge of waiting. The ferry pulling away from the skyline, like boxes of diamonds in the increasing distance, and then I am looking at his bare back as he stands there doing a task, turned away, his neck brown from the sun, his back a shining white span. The subway taking the curve under the ground, my body shaken by that hard lurch, as though I had been in the sea all day, and, hours later, on land again, felt my body still moving with the water’s movement, or, as though I were back in the moan of another buoyancy, taking him, him inside me, in that repetition and shove.