the other night
   after you were kidnapped
              I ran
lost behind in the shadow of taxi
                    cabs parked at green lights
jumping statues and sleeping smiles
               until my heart's wheezing kept time with
cellophane yellows, reds and
                                   popped like a bubble, still
not suppressing any bit of you, only
                        anxious to learn more about what
lights your fires and soaks your skin
                  desperate to discover whether
jumping into rain-showers curls your lips upward
           in half-melted lazy warmth that
I might drown in you and
     be happy