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