I am a house
I am like the Herzog & de Meuron
Building, mostly blue
Enormous slabs of
Blue marble, except it‘s not
Blue Marble
It‘s blue glass piled pie-in-sky high
Like an uneven stack of sandwiches
And my house is full of holes
Water cascading down
Down the open geometry
In a Rube Goldberg design
Where it takes forever to get to the glorious
end
You muse
are on the balcony
cantilevered afar
away from the cataract
your back to my deluge
dressed in ivory
a Victorian gown
and cameos
You are doing a strip tease or is it a dance
You dance with your body
A pole dance sans pole
Perfected control
Barely moving your feet
Your arms embrace you
Your hands remove cameos
Cothing falls like scarves
All Gifts
And the sun is as intense
As my view of this building
Caught from a sailboat
Late summer eve‘s sun
Steel and glass reflected
A blinding by the building
Mirrored on moving waves
Everywhere this waving
Reflections — Light — like a flame
Madly rocked by a cradle of boat
Mirrors of a funhouse
Except it is MY house
My SELF of many holes
Crashing water drowns the flame
But the strong pelvis base
Is wide enough for a waterfall
We do not notice I have joined you
Now Our Deshabille in progress
The shared feast of
Participation mystique
I still stare at the sky
Now stripped bare
Become discarded scarecrow
Find me in the kitchen midden
After all the falls