Michael Dickman

At Night (2)

We were talking
And then we were dancing
And then it was quiet, and
I thought This is what        we were saying:
Palace Fire
—Ghost Limbs
—Oh that’s lovely
The color red
—The real color red
Oral Plexus
—Lightly, lightly
Salt Skins
Night Work
Your mouth
My mouth

Michael Dickman
Poem, copyright © 2005 by Michael Dickman
Appearing on From the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse