Mountain View
Mountains did look in
the windows of the thin aluminum room
over loud tar paper roofs
We could see how
peaks
covered with lime or snow
backed away
a little wounded
from their literal distance
Bruce all night
abject
the moonlight chafed the bed
his eyes also hot
watching me
burning his will into act so he could keep
lifting me waking me
(with their strange bodies
from the shallows of half-sleep
in which there was no ground
to anchor in
(men move in another world
How could I
shoulder back
the shoulders of his yearning
where he lay
clothed
atop the sheets his
desire changed by devotion
but still desire awake alive
flooding the atmosphere
(everything he had to give
was given
and I did not want it
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always in the ear
like a drone instrument
the highway