The Reflection Pool

I want to drive your
nowhere dirt roads.

I want to traverse your
underside, your other side
non-public side.

Become intimate with your
curves. Slide my body
over your bends.

I want this from you.

My arms up under my
face as protection from
you and me,

shelter from our elements.

The fronts of us
coming together.

I want to bear witness
to that which washes, washed
through your gullies
and my ravines
at once, together

we come

to this mixed in this
way as long as either
of us exists.

Our existence is tied up
together, on this,
these ribbons of dirt road
because there is something
more to you than your
plains and prairies.