for Mary Ellen*

(two friends dance of lovers)

the question is, then, do we want
(what do we want) and want more
than not want
             what want is worth wanting

to smell of each's skin?  To be
the grass beneath
these quaking hands?

Response two:

Not everything is a cartwheel
that lands you on
*** grass on
fire in big wind, but some
things sure as **** are. And if you don't love
you best stay clear of collaborative art all together
cuz if
art renders you see through
and makes you
sun shot and seen

than shared art is heart-****
a jeweled fist closing fast
the thigh mile between knee and hem
and as it disappears
another epiphany thunders o'er
the not yet done shuddering
tundra of the unforgiven poet.

Response three:

the thing chased is merged,mythical
with the body of a woman alive
and the head of a woman
dying from so much understood pleasure