Flamenco (Remix)

Not played out, yet—not as I
remember—
A (billowy)

kind of music/moment,
one you plunge yourself
into, so to

feel the different parts
of the (different)
whole touch.

A seismic event, the—
grind | shhhhh. . .
dancer

with an impalpable lover,
echo of the luminous, quivering
surface of a tarnished fork:

a riotous,
many-fingered,
feathered,

rotating, colored copulation
of elemental vitality discontinuing
the passive/neutral.

Times when I bleed like this,
I glide, gladdened that belonging
may originate

in this enchanting seeming.