At Woodstock

 

At Woodstock

 

he was a naked man at Woodstock
but I fell in love with him anyway
 though it was some years later
 because he danced loose, like a hula.

I was in school then
in the chamber of my own dance,
 one that waltzed into a white rope ladder
 of slow ,slow clouds and when he danced into my life

he was wearing nothing but cut-offs
and those strong legs that ended in a pair of flipflops
 because he never needed anything
but himself to dance wild

as for a good time, he mentioned that
on our third date, and I looked blank
the way someone puzzles
when they picture some picture
that doesn't fit into the conversation
But he just laughed
in that deep throaty way
and said look at the stars
bouncing all over heaven
when you get high they melt, they melt,
and you should see the moon
one big hunk of cheese and a face like Castro
I said I like the sunrise
so he hid me in the sweat and smooth brown
of his hard belly
between his legs but turned
facing the stars
and he said we would just wait
and watch for the morning
he said the sun would light the ridge line
in a little while.

 

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

More than just a slice-of-life piece, it's a wonderful character sketch that gives us a glimpse into a relationship. Fine, fine piece of writing.