I was watching
minor car accidents all afternoon

mainly expressions
and the flush of surprise
as it turned to something else over the place.

I got in between the last one
stepping into personal space
smelling the breath of the crash

And
because the
meeting was strange
between the
ripped metallic and the warm road,
things were opened up for us,
the parties allowed intimacy,
                                    ambiguity -
                            the hurt strangers

I said your skin is smooth
and something else obscure
like the world is suddenly convenient
since my lover and I were sprinters

                                      It's been raining.

Was a reply.

(I'd like to begin some skies over near the vanity
to photograph them through the bathroom mirror

we'll hide the lens in the falling water)

We turned and clouds pressed against
each other and became various things

in each others minds.