to Stacy
At mineral baths in northern New Mexico mountains,
when you held me under water and I heard
language rising from the interior of earth,
to the night we watched Flamenco dancers
sing and clap,
their passion splintering the stage boards;
the heat of passion transforms me,
heat of my words, actions, and breath
transforms the room with just me
to both of us embracing and listening to the radio
heat transforms
and my body generates it
in muscles and bones
small fires of an army in the night
dream us together with a son,
dream us cooking and traveling, loving and caring for
each other,
heat transforms
unleashed from my knees, hands, neck, arms
flames flare inside me and we are together again.