Mountains did             look in
           the windows of the thin aluminum room
           over loud tar paper roofs

                     We could see how
peaks
covered with lime or snow
backed away
           a little wounded
from their literal distance

Bruce all night
abject
          the moonlight chafed the bed

his eyes also hot
watching me
burning his will into act so he could keep
lifting me waking me

                    (with their strange bodies

from the shallows of half-sleep
in which there was no ground
to anchor in

                    (men move in another world

                    How could I
shoulder back
the shoulders of his yearning
where he lay
                     clothed

atop the sheets his
desire changed by devotion
but still desire awake alive
flooding the atmosphere

          (everything he had to give
          was given
          and I did not want it

                     _____

always in the ear
like a drone instrument


the highway