Pas de deux

We dance on one leg and dine together on a tongue.

Who is going to lay up a box of rich things? Who is enlarging his horse?

We walk on glass stairs to sudden fortune or to love

and make the best stories, the most pleasant stories— how on such a night as this she and I found some trivial business and took occasion to go to bed.

We meet and desire to be here, but I fear I cannot (be here, desire).