Adult Club, NYC

Down there
on John Street,
down like on
my body, you can take
her legs and turn them to the light that's
frequent, ethereal; you can mix
partners, none of whom would make it
into a real movie, into your own
movie, you can make your own
a hundred moving body parts, white,
black, not yours, come
to see us, we will let you travel down
and traveling light, the love poem
you would have written had you gone
another way, will fly
like drops of water from your fingertips.