ALT Sioux Falls where the water crashes into the quartzite, i love you though our joints cuss us for leaping the islands of stone striped by meek rivers, though there is more us to touch than when we first met as hungry strangers naked but for the socks & my pink jock, i love all that new you folding round as we cross where the ducks are sick of us though you hate it, i lay my head there, when i am sick of sound i rest my ear where you breathe & rumble, i love that gut that i love every day which you don't notice until we make way across the water where the water above meets the water below & their touch makes a sound like clapping, my hand to my other hand like the sound of your body crashing into mine in the last brush of dark the alarm of your want getting us up before the phone's electric morning bell, the bell you make of us, love, like that, the water meeting the water, an applause gravity-bound, an ovation we cross the stones to witness,
