Ultra Joy

I walk in the summer all the way
to you: full of laughter and fluid.
I'm ready to free you from all
you keep from me, and the consequences
of desire which are really just stories
we tell people about.
This story is: We are in a huddle
living to tell the tale by placing a finger
in the middle of your belly.
"It is here" and the bed
raises like a large glass plate
to reveal all that we do.
I'm glad that my apartment is a bus
because we are going somewhere
real like 5th Avenue
or the Himalayas.