midnight and the timeless churn of sand.
Shaping and reshaping their crystalline tectonics
for this one night. It is all for this one night, when
they sizzle to the marrow several hundred thousand years
of being barely biologically mature—
for these two who celebrate
the human form
as if they were the first to resonate.
The trepidate touch, the inflamed taste.
Two alone, together, in the night
aim the arrowhead of desire
at the heart of flesh.
The infallibly perfect strike.
Chanting the beauty of clarified lust
obliquely at the power
of the moon.
Cygnus and Vega bear witness to their impassioned
dance with destiny.
Cinnamon infused scrub brush bursts
the scented hush and whisper
of the dunes—
and lying there they barely hear
the pulse of star dust,
drawn by the magnet of tongues,
amplification of arching backs
polarity of one.
About the Author
Bobby Steve Baker grew up on an Indian Reservation on the Canadian side of Lake Huron. He now divides his time between Lexington, Kentucky and a home on the Sauble River, holding to the soul of the Big Water. He has an MFA in Poetry from National University and several other expensive postgraduate indulgences. After a few decades on faculty in the College of Medicine, University of Kentucky, he now writes full time. He has published recently in the Stonecoast Review, Cold Mountain Review, Cloudbank, and solidago. His latest book is This Crazy Urge to Live (Linnet’s Wings Press).