We danced like drunks around the mat
singing ‘Lazybones’ bass and falsetto
until our voices were tired and flat
long through the night with nowhere else to go.
But we had to leave the song
and start real dialogue – completely lost,
not knowing what to say next. Outside, rain
washed away the rules, washed away our games.
And now there’s only us, with senses clean
and now there’s only me, perceiving in
time and space these less than empty faces
and from each eyeball I add up the cost
of aging, water, skeleton, brains, rust:
together in flesh, connected by rain.