Gary Beck

Formula

There are dreams that you and I can share,
but it is a tenuous construction,
built of ether, water, earth and air,
a resurrection or destruction.
Something passed between us
like a lost legend in the night,
something startled and ambiguous
flicked into view, then leaped out of sight.

Dancing a dawn of hovering love,
whispering between crisp sheets,
elevating us far above
sinuous windings of tenement streets.
I see it glaring from an urchin’s eyes,
dribbling from a beggar’s lips,
falling from chemical skies
upon your succulent hips.