Bridge Watching

Let me take back the word attentive and unadmit I
noticed the mannikin in the plume grass expanding
at the same time as your breath his song like yours
over two hard lips shivering a nutmeg chest.
Anyway a wind blew over the three of us

(but we never were--what is the phrase--involved?)

which defied any typing. I mean it
was midday early summer and I tried
to swallow on my tongue the sun splitting
taste and voice I couldn't touch the down soft
palates uncomparing you to one extension of wings

(if you could stop alluding to the contents of my hands please)

that shivered where I had never seen before
that in the crux of petal and stamen moved against
covered skin in cardinal directions all the same
ways your eyelashes could move me and let me
in the plumes keep moving

(well if that's all you have to say, darling, I'll be going)