visions

and we drove all night

moving together down Sonoran highways

sitars and tablas

AfroBrazilian congas

Milton Nascimento

and I danced with you

without asking permission

you were just there

my hands felt so light

collapsing inside your long brown fingers

framing your moist dark eyes

and we drove all night

dancing for the first time

the moon

the wind

a sleepy desert

the lone witnesses

and then you drove

without asking permission

and I followed

you leading me with your grace,

now both of us

moving together

down Sonoran highways

illuminating the night

Tucson

1992