When Desire Rests

You know I'm looking at you

you know what I'm thinking

you know you're interested

I am very skillful

you will forget that I am old

unless you want to remember it

unless you want to see

what happens to desire

how free it becomes

how shamelessly involved in love

for every woman

                     and her stockings.

When desire rests,

it is signaled by two people

faraway on a green blanket

(or is it the flowers of moss);

two people waving from a distance

stretched out like things

                                    that have to dry

with tender smiles on their

                                    little round faces;

waving at desire

as it rests in the foreground

foothill-shaped, peaceful,

devoted as a dog made of tears.