Adagio
His walk is heavy;
his body's extensive mass bears down in each striding step
and bores through sound echo
into bass.
He is of the storm cloud's pas de deux-
he is the pounding
of my nymph heart running turning twisting
into a tree so as to reach more deeply
into our whirlwind
with all my fingers.
He is...
1998 Harrisburg Review
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