Remembering How It All Happened As If In A Dream

I knew you were there underneath

that dress, the one

that moved like God’s last gurge.

I knew that there were pleasures

hidden there, ptisan

that men killed for, replenishment.

And yet I was a gentle man.

A man of few accomplishments, it

is true, but one

worthy of your upturned body, your

most secret doorways.