"Out of the sleeping body dreams erupt" Poem by Susan McMaster

And with this handful of dozing words
years later, adrift
on Lac Vert, lac reve
where first your rhythms reached me
I feel tonight your ghost
slip kindly into mine
shrug me on like a coat
hands reach into my sleeves
sheath fingers like gloves
I lean back into your hold
as with a windy, companionable sigh
you slip my face like a mask
over your own damp dome
root your sweaty blond halo
in among my brown
crinkle my eyes with your grin
wriggle my hips
on this creaky wooden chair
settle your mismatched loins
into my creases
jerk out arms and legs
with a muscular joyful stretch
snap joints into place
tap toes to your tune

For one green beat
I hear your music, with my ears