to stand the test of time. To be exam-
ined, evaluated. To apply for love or

Daniel is the color of
black amethyst glass.
In certain lights,
purple glints are
visible just beneath
his skin. Each day, he
tends his garden. Bou-
gainvillea-fuchsia,
yellow and purple-
thrive in his back yard.
The mango trees, heavy
with fragrant fruit
fruit, provide shade.
Coconut fronds rustle
in the wind.

His arms and legs are
fireflies. Sometimes
they are pure fire, a
cleansing fire, that
rages on the river bank.

Three or four times

each week, she sees
him. They sit in his
garden in the dark.
Sometimes, he comes
to dinner. He likes her
couscous. He takes
Henri fishing, weeds
her father's tomatoes.

His touch is light,
musical. He plays
chords on her body.


Gazing at a quarter
moon, they float on a
pink, saliferous lake.
Above the jellied water
line, their buoyant
bodies form a shifting
landscape of hills
and valleys.

A profusion of love
bites-the body
claimed, marked.

Three to four times a
week, he sees her.

Your body, I saw you,
your body, and, oh, yes,
your body in-

other positions. The end of a trance.
Bulrushes line the mouth of the cave.
An underwater entry rimmed by-



Christy Sheffield Sanford, Copyright © 1996.