Form the lands to conjoin
Themselves, like two hands that conjoin
Themselves, like the sands that conjoin
As the ocean’s bottom to the shore.
Like something soft, for something solid,
Like a sheath or some strip of cloth
Encompassing a dagger.
We laugh like Madman and Madwoman,
We dance like Bachelor and Maiden,
We sow each other together
Like tailor and seamstress.
In our frenzied motions,
In ways we expose our light.