Parc Jeanne Mance

we daydream of dinosaurs
a time before the evolution of grass
we ponder the extents of earth's history
while lain in nightfall's gathering moisture
in this moment where stars should be
(more than struggling blisters in our peripheral)
you, me, and David Suzuki
(instead of ancient reptilian tyrants)
your upturned face bathed in streetlight
caught in the spirals on your forehead
the rugged and savage scruff on your chin
and the gentle furrow of your brow
"your peripheral vision..."
the back of your head pressed into the earth
dark curls pierced by a thousand green swords
"is stronger at night..."
hands folded softly on your chest
you lay, one leg crooked
revealing a pyramid in shadow
"so focus must be elsewhere..."
I was on my side, holding my head up with my hand
fingers entwined in strands of gold
one corner of my lips curled in a silent smile
"to kill the city, and see the stars."

slowly, you turned your head
your eyes sank into shadow
highlighted by stray rays from distant lamps
and you captured my breath
rendered me motionless
and locked me in time
"I wonder..."
eyes gazing inches from eyes
together, we dimmed the city lights
"how many beasts have copulated on this spot..."
but forgot to admire the stars.