TOASTING MARSHMALLOWS


there was only
the shortest of distance
between their lips

but no distance
between their thoughts
their hearts

she eyes of green
he of blue
always the same seeing

above them
the Milky way flowed
from one head to another

as if the universe
joined them together
in its blessing

stars so near
one could believe
that one could pluck them

the insects of the world
serenading our nearness
with their nearness

the campfire cackled
bit into the dark
the dark afraid of it

the fire seemed to be
always to have been here
the dark grown about it

words had vanished
only their bodies
doing the talking

translating she into him
he into her
until they became one