Resurrection

And now we are awakening.

Comes a sudden streak of daylight

Across the stretch of desert at our doorstep

Which, today, is Arizona.

(Yesterday our doorstep was New Mexico

And the day before that no longer matters)

We are awakening again to the slow spin of earth

Under sky. 

It is an ancient ritual, this dance

This sweet rumbling tango around the sun.

Our simple skins and all they contain—

Tongues and fingertips, ribs and soft bellies

Crest of a hipbone, tender bitten thighs—

Already know the dance.

Even last night

We followed its steps while the moon watched,

Laughing sideways at us in the dark.

But now--morning. 

We push back the darkness

Emerging naked into a cool desert dawn

Made new.

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