Kiss of the Planets
Jupiter and Venus meld like two canaries
Kissing in late February
In a black gap
Between mountainous sparkling beach hotels
As if
The planets have privacy in their own city alley
Sand in Miami
Warm as peach pie beneath our bare feet
A beach just for us
Bob and Kerri
What cosmic gale
Blew these names to our lunar sails?
The froth from ocean waves
Breaks
Like ghostly surfers of dull light
Riding the brink of non-existence
Swoosh and retreat
At the broken ankles of us
Silhouettes
Hobbling past prints in the mud
Sunny Isle Pier flinging her jeweled harpoon
To the starfish abyss
While we are gone
Our boys drive from Lansing to Denver
Forever-
More
They call from the highway and say they’ve discovered
Dark Side of the Moon
On the Plains in a blizzard of pebbles and stones
Try it, I say, while you watch The Wizard of Oz
Then you’ll understand the coming and going
Of our Universe
And all its tricks of sound and vision
Kerri
Pulls my face to her lips
Whispers, Kiss me
While we have this chance by the sea
Tomorrow
The two of us return home
To the zodiac space of our empty house.
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