he loved her

you could tell
the couple huddled
in the cold
rain
did it rain?
that morning?
the art of wet
glistening
from the glorious space
he created
for her dancers
this place
of movement
ordinary people
moving through the holy
landscape
of love
art
and dancing
on big decks
of possibility
seen through the eyes
of each other
brought alive
in the rhythms
of possibility
she
grand damme
gave her toast
her magnum opus
her tribute
to the man
who was her heart
who carried her soul
out
into the bright wide open
they danced
alive
the lithe bodies
of the beautiful people
assembled
for the viewing pleasure
of the pleasure seekers
stern grove
not such a good name
for something
so free
in that witness
i saw
him loving her
her loving him
their connection
stretched out over centuries
life
unfolding
inside
dreams
of one another
dreaming
each other
into being