pouring water from a plastic liter bottle
over his cock and hands
said in a language you remembered
On such a night as this,
we’re floating in an endless sea.
Scrub forest, darkness, parched
for the driver of the other Jeep
to return with a spare tire
as the dust crawled over your legs
like the legs of water-spiders.
Later you will talk in your sleep
of the place you were traveling toward,
its syllables swimming
under your breath,
floating in an endless sea.