When Desire Rests

You know I'm looking at you you know what I'm thinking you know you're interested I am very skillful you will forget that I am old unless you want to remember it unless you want to see what happens to desire how free it becomes how shamelessly involved in love for every woman                      and her stockings. When desire rests, it is signaled by two people faraway on a green blanket (or is it the flowers of moss); two people waving from a distance stretched out like things                                     that have to dry with tender smiles on their                                     little round faces; waving at desire as it rests in the foreground foothill-shaped, peaceful, devoted as a dog made of tears.