Did my soul just unhook from my body
or was that your hand touching my arm

to steady yourself as you slipped
off your heels? I never noticed the body

-warmth radiating from a just-removed jacket,
the menu of wind winter slides under the door

to the new all night diner that's opening right now
under your blouse. I could eat.

Let’s take meaning off like clothes,
then take off our clothes too.

You are my music box on a bear rug,
my Lay-Z-Boy bungee-corded to a car roof.

Let me be your shelf of succulents,
your haunted shed in an unthreshed field,

the two pounds of sliced pineapple
you impulse purchased at the pharmacy.

Let's call the snow clapping
against the window the world's applause.

On the condensation let's draw
one hundred fire-breathing dragons.