For José

There’s a place for us to be, for us to goWhere we can hold hands and spin and swingOur handssoft, so soft

Where our enormous cocks dangle outjust below our silk hemlinesoft, so soft

Our faces are painted with butterfly flock and we laugh in the sunshine at our silly animal selvesWe waltz with our ungraceful feet

We’ll do that dance that I endlessly made fun of you forWe recline on the mosssoft, so soft

There, we are drinking from the cool springAll the birds singWelcome home, welcome home, we thought you’d never come